CHAPTER 206
The steam from the shower still clung to the edges of the vanity mirror, softening Isabella's reflection into something that resembled a renaissance painting.
She stared at herself, a small, secret smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Her lips felt slightly swollen and sensitized—a lingering, heady reminder of the way Lucian had kissed her under the spray.
It had been a deep, hungry reconnection that finally washed away the bitter, lingering residue of betrayal that had sat between them for hours.
Making love to him had been different this time. It wasn't merely about the primal pull of the mate bond or a physical release.
For the first time, she felt like she wasn't just his fragile, wolfless mate or a weight of responsibility he was forced to carry; she was his match.
She smoothed the fabric of her cream-colored blouse, carefully tucking it into a pair of tailored black trousers.
