As soon as Wyatt lifted her up, Isabella ripped at her shirt to get it off. Her lips never left his. Not until he laid her back on her bed and pulled his own shirts off. She had unclasped her bra already. And she tossed it aside. Neither one of them seemed to notice that it hoovered a bit before hitting the ground. Or the fact that more than half the things in her flat were shaking and almost floating. There was a sort of energy between them that was filling the whole flat.
Bella lifted one hand up, pulling him down by his jaw to kiss her again. Her free hand rubbed down his chest. She reached around his waist, grabbing his ass. She pushed her thighs open again, curling her legs around him. Bella moaned a little bit. She reached back between them, trying to undo his or her pants. Whoever she could grab at this point. His mouth on hers was like fire. She was absolutely his at this point. Whatever he wanted she would do.