A sound of pure need escaped Isabelle at the deepening of the kiss. She wound her fingers into Ellie's hair and matching the intensity. She could feel the growing warmth in her belly that urged her on.
She tilted her head back, allowing Ellie more room at her throat. She made a nonsensical sound in response to the apology. She groaned a bit at the suggestion that she go, but she really couldn't disagree with it.