All Chapters of BLOOD AND ROSES: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Isabella's POV I gripped the sheets, my back arched as his powerful thrust enveloped me. His relentless thrust continued, and I held my breath, overwhelmed by the intensity. His lips brushed the shell of my ear, sending shivers right through me. Everything about Damian drove me to distraction. The way he held my hands behind me, the powerful connection we shared, and those deep, pleasurable sounds filled the air. I was completely absorbed in the moment. With my face pressed against the pillow, he moved with strong, rhythmic force, and every touch was a rush of sensation until I was lost in the feeling, calling out for him not to stop until my senses peaked and we reached the climax together. The next morning, my breath finally spilt out in a shiver as Damian left the breakfast table to answer a call. My dad. The attempt on our life may have something to do with my father. I tried to stop my thoughts by pressing my fingers to my temples, but they wouldn't comply. Fear, r

The moment Damian led Isabella back under the pergola, the air shifted again-less like a romantic date, more like a quiet confession neither of them had decided to say out loud yet. Damian pulled out her chair for her, his hand lingering at the curve of her back as she sat. It wasn’t possessive. It wasn’t even protective. It felt… tender. And that alone was enough to break something inside her. Isabella watched him as he sat across from her. Damian didn’t lean back casually the way powerful men usually did. He leaned forward. Toward her. Forearms on the table. Fingers linked. Shoulders relaxed but eyes sharp, dark, and focused entirely on her. And then suddenly,he stood up, moving his face to Isabella's,he kissed her, sealing his mouth to hers. Isabella kissed him back,she missed this-Damian taking her suddenly, Possessively,she loved the feeling. Damian suddenly stopped, breaking the kiss to sit down. He didn’t speak,not at first. Damian just watched her like he was

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

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

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