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Chapter Eighty-Five: The Kiss
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AFTER LUNCH Isabella stepped into the hallway, grateful for air that didn’t smell like hostility and overpriced perfume. Damian followed her out. He placed a hand at the small of her back protectively, guiding her away from the gossiping relatives. When they were far enough, Isabella finally exhaled. “Damian… thank you.” “You don’t thank me for doing what I should’ve done earlier.” “You didn’t have to defend me like that.” “I did,” he said. “Because you’re my wife. And they’re going to learn to accept that. One way or another.” Isabella looked at Damian softly and with affection and gratitude in her eyes. “Damian…” He cupped her cheek gently with a hand far too warm for a man who’d just threatened half his family. “You don’t ever shrink yourself for people who aren’t worth a fraction of you,” he said. “You hear me?” Isabella nodded. “Good,” he whispered. --- Damian guided her down the hall, away from the voices, away from the cold. “Come on,” he said quietly. “Let m
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The Car pulled up to the curb like it belonged to another world entirely .Sleek, black, tinted an- unmistakable signature of the Moretti Empire and every head on Campus turned as the door swung open. Immediately Isabella stepped outside the building,she froze. She knew damian wasn't kidding when he said he would send the Car. She knew he was going to send the Car, but she didn't expect this-a quite power rolling to a stop in the centre of the University courtyard, drawing attention, Stares, whispers and nervous breaths from every direction. Isabella felt heat climb her neck. But it wasn't because of embarrassment, but because knowing damian he would really hate the way guys were staring at her right now, too many people seeing her; he would hate that. Unknowingly, her lips tugged into a faint Smile. The driver stepped out quickly to open the door. "Mrs Moretti," he said with a small bow of respect. A ripple of shocked murmurs followed those words. Mrs Moretti. Her Na
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The morning light spilled softly into the Moretti bedroom, warm enough to brush Isabella’s cheek but gentle enough not to disturb the man whose arm was draped heavily over her waist. Damian slept deeper than usual, one hand curved possessively at her hip like his body didn’t know how to stop claiming her even in his dreams. Isabella watched him quietly. There had been so many moments these past months when she would’ve given anything to escape him. Now she wasn’t sure how to escape the feeling blooming inside her. Love? It scared her. It thrilled her. It felt like walking a tightrope with no safety net beneath. And yet… she wasn’t stepping back. Isabella ran her fingers lightly over the rough stubble along Damian’s jaw. He didn’t stir, but his grip tightened at her waist, tugging her closer like she was a pillow he’d refuse to surrender. She smiled. “Possessive even in sleep, Mr. Moretti.” His lashes flickered, but he didn’t open his eyes. Last night’s heat, the confession,
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Damian made love to Isabella, every part of Isabella, however small. The kiss went down from her lips to her collarbone, ears, cheeks, every part of her. Damian then moved to her hands, kissing her fingertips, drawing them one by one slowly into his mouth until he heard Isabella whimper with desire. Damian pressed a kiss to each palm, to her arms, to the expanse above her breasts, only each slowly so that he tantalized her and tortured himself before his tongue finally touched her pussy. Moistening. Suckling. Making sensations scramble helter-skelter through her, bouncing here and there, everywhere. Isabella arched against Damian's mouth, freely giving herself up to him, to the pleasures that were battering so urgently, at every part of her. With one of Isabella's legs standing while the other leg was ontop of Damian's shoulders as he continued eating her pussy, Isabella grabbed his hair and cried out in pleasure. Damian began alternating between his fingers and tongue, until h
BLOOD AND ROSES Chapter Eighty-Five: The Kiss
Isabella's POV Damian had been quiet on the drive back from the resort-quiet in a way that didn’t feel cold or distant, but focused. Like his mind was replaying something over and over. Maybe because of the way I had almost undressed in front of half the male population on that beach. Maybe because of the way he had practically hauled me against his chest and whispered, “No.” Maybe the heat in his eyes when he realized I wasn’t wearing anything under the loose cover-up. But now, inside the mansion, the silence between us stretched like a live wire. I could still hear the ocean in my ears. I could still feel the way Damian’s hand had gripped my wrist. And I could still feel the warmth of his body behind me, his chest pressed against my back when he stopped me from stepping out of the cover-up. My cheeks warmed at the memory. Damian held the door open for me as we stepped into the grand entrance hall. The staff wasn’t around-not unusual this late, but convenient. His gaze fli
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