Chapter 278
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Isla’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as his words painted a vivid picture in her mind. She could almost feel it–the
weight of his body pressing her into the mattress, the heat of his skin against hers, the way his hands would roam her body, claiming every inch of her. His voice, rough and demanding, echoed in her thoughts, promising pleasure so intense it would leave her trembling and spent.
Graham’s gaze burned into her, his eyes dark with a hunger that made
her knees weak. There was no mistaking the intent behind his words,
no escaping the raw, primal need that radiated from him. He wasn’t
asking. He wasn’t pleading. He was telling her, with a confidence that
bordered on arrogance, exactly how things would be.
“I won’t stop,” he murmured, his lips grazing her ear again, “until
you’re completely, utterly mine. Until you’re begging for more, until
you can’t think of anything but me.” His grip on her wrist tightened
slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to remind her of his strength,
of the control he wielded so effortlessly. “And you will be. Mine. In
every way.”
She did it. She signed. And as the ink dried on the paper, Isla’s mind
raced with a flurry of excuses, reasons, justifications–anything to
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explain why she had just agreed to something so monumental, so
irreversible. But deep down, beneath the layers of doubt and
hesitation, the truth burned bright and unrelenting: she wanted him.
She wanted Graham with a hunger that had only intensified after the
tantalizing taste he had given her the night before.
The memory of his touch, his kiss, his hands on her body, had
consumed her thoughts all morning. Even as they drove here, her
mind had wandered back to the way he had made her feel–alive,
electric, utterly undone. She had replayed every moment in her head,
over and over, until her body ached with the need for more. If just the
beginning had felt so incredible, so earth–shattering, how would it
feel when they finally came together completely? The thought alone
sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through her.
Last night, when his lips had first met hers, it had been like a spark
igniting a fire. His kiss was demanding yet tender, his mouth claiming
hers with a possessiveness that left her breathless. And then his
hands–those strong, sure hands–had explored her body with a
confidence that made her tremble. When his fingers had brushed
against her breasts, she had gasped, her nipples hardening instantly,
so sensitive that even the slightest touch sent waves of pleasure
rippling through her.
But it was when he had touched her there, between her legs, that she
had truly lost herself. The sensation had been electric, a jolt of pure,
unadulterated pleasure that had left her gasping and arching into his.
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touch. His fingers had been skilled, deliberate, teasing her until she
was trembling on the edge of something she had never experienced before. The way he had looked at her, his eyes dark with desire, had
only heightened the intensity, making her feel both exposed and
cherished at the same time.
Now, sitting beside him, her body still thrummed with the memory of
- it. She felt a flush of heat spread through her, her skin tingling with
the anticipation of what was to come. But along with the desire came
a flicker of shame, a nagging voice in the back of her mind that
whispered she was being vulgar, that wanting him so badly made her
somehow less than proper. She had always been taught to guard her
desires, to keep them hidden, but with Graham, it was impossible. He
awakened something in her, something wild and untamed, and it both
thrilled and terrified her.
She was ashamed to remember how much she had liked it. Ashamed
of the way her body had responded to him, arching into his touch,
craving more even when she told herself she shouldn’t. Ashamed of
the sounds she had made, the way she had gasped and moaned,
completely at his mercy. And most of all, ashamed of how much she
had wanted him, how much she still wanted him, even now.
But it wasn’t just the memories of last night that left her flushed and
breathless. It was what he had whispered to her just moments ago,
his voice low and rough, his words dripping with promise and sin.
Instead of being offended, instead of feeling anger or fear or anything
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else that might have made sense, a sliver of excitement had shot
down her spine, igniting a fire deep within her. His words had been
dirty, raw, and utterly shameless, and yet they had stirred something
in her, something primal and undeniable.
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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.
