Chapter 154

Chapter 41

But it wasn’t just the kiss that unraveled her. It was the way his hands began to explore, slowly at first, as if he were memorizing every inch of her. His fingers trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, before settling on the delicate curve of her waist. She gasped into his mouth, her body arching instinctively toward his as he deepened the kiss, his touch growing bolder with every passing second.

And then his hands moved lower, one sliding upward to brush against the soft swell of her chest. She froze for a moment, her breath hitching as his thumb grazed over her sensitive skin. No one had ever touched her like this before, and the sensation was overwhelming—a mix of fear and desire that left her trembling. His touch was deliberate, teasing, as if he knew exactly how to draw a response from her. She felt her body betray her, arching into his hand as a soft whimper escaped her lips.

But it was the other hand that truly shattered her. It drifted lower, tracing a path down her side before settling at the juncture between her legs. The first touch was electric, a jolt of sensation that shot through her entire body. She stiffened, her mind screaming at her to pull away, to stop this before it went too far. But her body betrayed her, a wave of heat pooling low in her abdomen as his fingers brushed against her in a way that left her breathless.

“Wait—” she gasped, her voice trembling as she tried to push him away. Her hands pressed against his chest, but he was relentless, his arm snaking around her waist and pulling her back against him with a strength that left her no room to escape. His breath was hot against her ear as he murmured, his voice rough and hoarse, “It’s too late for that.”

Panic surged through her, but it was quickly drowned out by the flood of sensations he unleashed. His touch was deliberate, knowing exactly how to coax a response from her body.

The room was alive with the sound of their shared breaths, the air between them charged with an almost tangible electricity. His touch was deliberate, his fingers had settled at the juncture between her legs. She gasped, her body tensing as his fingers brushed against her in a way that sent a jolt of sensation through her. No one had ever touched her like this before, and the intensity of it was overwhelming.

His touch was slow at first, exploratory, as if he were learning her every response. But then he found that sensitive spot, that hidden nub of pleasure, and applied just the right amount of pressure. Her breath hitched, her hands gripping his shoulders as a wave of heat surged through her. She tried to speak, to tell him to stop, but the words caught in her throat, replaced by a soft, involuntary moan.

“Stop what?” he murmured, his voice low and husky, his breath warm against her ear. His fingers didn’t relent, instead circling that spot with a rhythm that made her knees buckle. “Tell me what you want me to stop doing. Describe it to me, and I’ll stop.”

But she couldn’t. Her mind was a whirlwind of sensation, her body betraying her as she arched into his touch. Her head fell back, her eyes fluttering shut as another moan escaped her lips. She wanted to protest, to push him away, but the words wouldn’t come. All she could do was feel—the pressure of his fingers, the heat pooling low in her abdomen, the way her body seemed to melt against his.

“I—I can’t,” she managed to whisper, her voice trembling, barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as if she were trying to anchor herself.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke, his voice a low, seductive rumble. “Then how can I stop if you don’t tell me what to stop?” His fingers moved again, this time with more pressure, more intent, and she cried out, her body trembling under his touch.

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 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.

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.

Graham’s movements were deliberate, his confidence unshakable as he slid his hand down her body, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her panties. She tensed, her hands still pressed against her chest, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and longing. But he didn’t stop. Without warning, his hand slipped beneath the fabric, his palm pressing against the soft, sensitive skin of her lower abdomen.

Isla’s breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping her lips as his fingers ventured lower, exploring the warmth and wetness that awaited him. His touch was firm, possessive, yet achingly tender, as if he knew exactly how to unravel her. She tried to protest, her voice a faint, trembling whisper, but Graham silenced her with a low, commanding shush, his lips brushing against her ear.

“In a moment,” he murmured, his voice a deep, velvety growl that sent shivers down her spine, “you’re going to calm down and tell me how much you like this. I promise.”

She could feel the slickness between her thighs, the way her body betrayed her, responding to his touch with a fervor she couldn’t control. His index finger traced a slow, deliberate path along her folds, the sensation so intense it made her gasp. Her hips jerked involuntarily, seeking more of his touch, even as her mind struggled to process the overwhelming pleasure.

Graham’s breath was hot against her neck, his lips grazing her skin as he whispered, “So wet for me already. You can’t hide how much you want this, Isla. How much you want me.”

His finger continued its exploration, circling her entrance before dipping inside, just enough to tease her. Isla’s hands fell away from her chest, her fingers clutching at his shoulders as a moan tore from her throat. Her body was alight with sensation, every nerve ending screaming for more. She was utterly exposed, completely at his mercy, and yet she felt no fear—only a desperate, aching need.

His finger pressed with more pressure, curling slightly to find that spot inside her that made her cry out. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her head falling back as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She was lost in the sensation, her mind blank except for the feel of his touch, the sound of his voice, the heat of his body against hers.

Then he waited and waited some more before doing it all over again.

This time he kept his touch light, his fingers barely grazing her sensitive folds, teasing her with the promise of more. The moment his fingertips brushed against her, she cried out, her voice breaking as her head fell back, her neck exposed and vulnerable. Her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting in a silent gasp as pleasure coursed through her. She was lost in the sensation, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her, her body writhing under his touch.

Taking advantage of her distraction, Graham moved quickly but deliberately. His hands slid down her thighs, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. In one smooth motion, he rolled them down her legs, tossing them aside without a second thought. His eyes raked over her now fully exposed body, drinking in every detail—the curve of her hips, the softness of her stomach, the way her thighs trembled as she lay bare before him.

But first, he needed to be prepared. His hands moved to his discarded pants, which lay in a heap on the floor beside the bed. He reached for them, his fingers fumbling slightly in his haste as he searched for his wallet. He needed the packet of condoms.