Sixty Five

Isabella's POV

After all that I had gone through in Damien's hands, I could not believe I was able to respond to Nathan's touch so wantonly.

I was all too aware that Albert was sleeping on the bed next to us and that Damien could decide to come to my room any moment from then.

But somehow, the danger only intensified the thrill running through my veins. Whatever this was between us, it had been building since the moment Nathan appeared in front of me weeks ago, and I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to.

Nathan hissed out a breath and released my throat, only to curl his hand around the back of my neck. He yanked me to him again, crushing my mouth to his, and my world imploded.

Tongues, teeth, hands. We devoured each other like the world would end and this was our last chance to feel something. Perhaps it was. But I wouldn’t think about that now, not when our bodies pressed so tight against each other we might as well be one, and I was falling, falling into an abyss I never wanted to