CHAPTER 151
The contact had been brief, a fleeting collision of skin and silk, but the resonance of it felt as though it had been etched into the very stones of the mansion, vibrating through the floorboards
Isabella's palm had been a searing brand against his chest, an anchor of heat in a room that suddenly felt too large and too cold.
She had proven her point with the precision of a scholar; she had stripped away the thin, translucent veil of his "honor" and revealed the raw, pulsating hunger that lived beneath the dark silk of his shirt.
But Isabella was no longer content with merely being the one to reach. A shift had occurred within her—a subtle, dangerous evolution.
If he was going to claim her, she wanted the weight of his decision to be the final straw that broke his legendary restraint into a thousand irreparable pieces.
