CHAPTER 153
The journey from the wardrobe to the bed felt like an eternity, yet it was over in a matter of seconds.
Lucian's strides were heavy, certain, and vibrated with a grace that made Isabella feel both utterly safe and dangerously exposed.
She clung to him like a koala, her legs wrapped so tightly around his waist that she could feel the hard knotting of his thigh muscles with every step he took, the friction of his trousers against her inner thighs acting as a constant, burning reminder of her own nakedness.
When they finally reached the edge of the massive, silk-draped bed, Lucian didn't immediately let her go.
His hands, which had been supporting her weight shifted, sliding down to cup the soft, full curves of her bottom, his fingers digging into the flash before he began to untangle her from his frame.
The loss of his body heat made the cool air of the suite rush over Isabella's sensitized skin, making her nipples peak and her flesh prickle.
