CHAPTER 154
As her palms made contact with the hot, fevered skin of his abdomen, a sharp, fractured sound escaped Isabella's swollen lips.
Her trembling fingertips brushed against the hard, rigid muscles of his stomach, tracing the shallow dip of his navel before sliding lower.
When her hands finally met the dark silk of his briefs, her breath vanished entirely. She could feel the staggering heat radiating through the thin fabric.
Emboldened by his steady gaze and the encouraging, heavy pressure of his hands on hers, Isabella began to explore.
At first, her hesitant hand brushed light against the fabric, feeling as it throbbed violently at the mere suggestion of her touch.
Lucian let out a deep, vibrating groan of restrained pleasure, and Isabella's eyes shot to his face.
He was looking down at her already, his gaze intense, hooded, and glowing with a hunger that was bottomless.
