Falling for the Contract
"The sweet paradise of being sheathed to the hilt in your lush, quivering--"
"Enough!" The strangled cry burst from Isabelle's lips, born of sheer self-preservation. Because if she allowed him to continue expressing his explicit goal for another second, she may self-combust from pure, wanton explosive need.
Her entire body seemed severed, with frazzled nerves alight in anguished longing. How could he have completely shredded her self-control without even touching her? She had always been the embodiment of uncompromising, frigid constraint.
There was a long wait before Damien's voice, that inhumanly exquisite, panty-melting voice, returned with aggravating nonchalance.
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