Chapter 267
Her mind was a haze of pleasure and panic, her thoughts scattering
like leaves in the wind.
Her head tilted back, a cascade of soft moans now escaping her lips,
each one a delicate melody that sending shivers down his spine.
Graham’s hands moved with purpose, his fingers pressing into her
slick heat, seeking the wet folds between her legs that were making
her go crazy. He could feel the tension building, the way her body was
responding to his touch, and it was only fueling his own desire. As his
hands glided over her, he noticed the fabric of her white nightgown
clinging to her, damp and slick with her arousal. The sight of it, the
way it clung to her curves, drove him wild.
His heart was racing, each beat echoing in his chest as he released
her waist, his fingers trembling with anticipation. He grabed the hem
of her nightgown, the fabric sliding easily over her skin, revealing
more of her with each inch he lifted. His breath caught as he pulled it
over her head, the anticipation building with every second. But as the
nightgown fell away, he’s met with a sight that both surprised and
excited him–she was not naked underneath.
A sly smile curved his lips as he took in the sight of her, still partially
clothed, yet more alluring than ever. The thought of her being
completely bare beneath that specific nightgown ignited a fire within
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him, a fantasy that will now haunt his dreams.
He leand in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, his
voice low, “Next time, I want to find you just like this, but with
nothing underneath.”
Graham’s fingers moved deftly, tracing the delicate straps of her bra
before finding the clasp at her back. With a practiced ease, he
unhooked it, the fabric loosening and falling away from her body. Her
breath hitched as the cool air kissed her newly exposed skin, and for a
moment, time seemed to pause. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her
nipples hardening under his gaze, but then–something shifted.
Her hands flew up instinctively, one crossing over her chest to shield
herself, the other slipping between her thighs, covering the thin fabric of her panties. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her eyes
wide with a mix of arousal and sudden self–consciousness. She
pushed him back gently, her voice trembling as she whispered,
“Wait… I… I can’t…”
Graham froze, his hands still hovering where they had been, his body
aching with the need to touch her, to claim her. He could see the
conflict in her eyes–the desire warring with her shyness, her
vulnerability laid bare. She was still wearing her panties, the last
barrier between them, and the sight of her like this–flushed,
trembling, and so beautifully unsure–only intensified his hunger.
But he could see she wasn’t ready, not yet.
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A slow, knowing smile spread across his lips, his eyes dark with
promise. He leaned back slightly, giving her the illusion of space, though his presence still dominated the room. “Fine,” he murmured,
his voice low and velvety, a hint of playful challenge in his tone. “Keep them on, then. But you should know… it’s not going to stop
me.”
His words sent a shiver through her, her breath catching as she
watched him. He didn’t move to touch her again, not yet. Instead, he
let his gaze roam over her, taking in the way her hands tried to cover herself, the way her body trembled under his scrutiny. He could see
the pulse racing in her neck, the way her lips parted slightly as she
struggled to steady her breathing.
The room seemed to shrink around them, the air heavy with the
weight of their shared desire. Isla’s breath came in shallow, uneven
gasps, her body trembling as Graham pulled her closer once more.
Her voice had abandoned her, leaving her mute, her thoughts a
whirlwind of anticipation and trepidation. She could feel the heat of
his body against hers, the way his presence enveloped her, leaving no
room for escape–not that she wanted to.
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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.
