Elle was not aware she was holding onto her breath until Sebastian whispered against her ear, chuckling a little. "Breathe, Iza…".
She tried to look at him but he held her in place. And then his other hand moved over her lips, causing her to close her mouth again before any words were able to escape. Lord… must he need to do it this way while telling her all those things?
He took a long, drawn out inhale against her skin as if taking in her scent. "Have I ever told you that you smell divine, Izabelle? You must know that the only reason no one jumped on you yet is solely because of my scent that's all over you… yes, Iza… since that night, you've been wearing my scent like a perfume."
