Chapter 288
But even as he kissed her goodnight and slipped out of her room, leaving her alone in the darkness,
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Isla lay in her tousled bed, the sheets tangled around her legs, her body still humming with the lingering echoes of pleasure from Graham’s touch. The room was quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of the curtains as a gentle breeze drifted through the open window. Outside, the sky was a deep, velvety black,
dotted with stars that seemed to twinkle with a knowing brightness, as if they too were aware of the significance of the night. Tomorrow, she thought, her
heart swelling with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. Tomorrow, everything would change.
She knew Graham wanted to take her virginity on their wedding night. It was an unspoken understanding between them, a promise that hung in the air every time he touched her, every time he kissed her with that possessive hunger that left her breathless. But even though he had been the one to bring her to the edge of pleasure night after night, she had begun to wonder why he wouldn’t let her touch him in return. It wasn’t that she hadn’t tried.
One night, emboldened by the heat of the moment and the way he had made her feel, she had tentatively reached for him, her fingers lightly splaying over the hardness that strained against the fabric of his pants. She had been painfully shy, her touch awkward and uncertain, but the moment her fingers brushed against him, he had frozen, his body tensing as if her touch had sent a jolt through him. Before she could process what was happening, he had gently but firmly removed her hand, pinning both of her wrists above her head with one of his own, his grip firm but not painful.
“Not yet,” he had murmured, his voice rough with restraint, his eyes dark with a desire that seemed to burn brighter than ever. And then he had kissed her, deep and possessive, as if to distract her from the question she hadn’t even asked. He had gone back to touching her, his hands and mouth driving her to the edge once more, leaving her too breathless and overwhelmed to dwell on why he had stopped her.
She hadn’t understood it then, and she still didn’t fully understand it now. Why wouldn’t he let her touch him when he had no qualms about touching her, about bringing her to the heights of pleasure with just his fingers and his mouth? It wasn’t that he didn’t want her–she could feel the evidence of his desire pressed against her every time he held her, every time he kissed her with that raw, unbridled hunger. So why?
But as she lay there, staring up at the darkened sky, she decided it didn’t matter. Their time of sneaking around, of stolen moments and whispered promises, was almost over. Tomorrow, she would be Mrs. Lancaster. Tomorrow, she would have the name she had always wanted, the life she had always dreamed of. Tomorrow, she would have a family–a real family–a husband to call her own, a home to call her own.
The thought filled her with a warmth that spread through her chest, a sense of belonging that she had longed for her entire life. And even though Graham hadn’t said the words out loud, she knew, deep in her bones, that he loved her. She could see it in the way he looked at her, his gaze filled with a tenderness that contradicted the hardness of his touch. She could feel it in the way he held her, as if she were something precious, something to be cherished. She could hear it in the way he whispered her name, his voice rough with desire but also with something deeper, something that made her heart ache with the sheer weight of it.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
