CHAPTER 119
The first touch was a ghost of a kiss, a trembling, fragile question asked in the heavy silence of the master suite.
Lucian's lips stayed stone-cold and rigid against hers, paralyzed by a bone-deep fear of what he might become if he truly let go.
He stood there like a statue of ancient marble, breathless and terrified of his own shadow.
Isabella didn't give him a choice.
She leaned in, her toes digging into the plush mattress as she tilted her head to capture his mouth fully, her resolve hardening. She nipped his lower lip hard enough to draw a metallic tang of blood, her tongue slicking over the small sting before forcing its way past his teeth to seek a dominance she had never dared to claim.
A low, vibrating groan ripped from Lucian's chest the second the sugary, intoxicating taste of her hit his tongue.
