Isabelle's pulse quickened as her gaze fixed on Lyov's.
She bit her lower lip in anticipation, excitement building within her as she remembered their encounter yesterday in the woods with Octavian.
Her pussy ached already for more. It would be perfect, something to relieve her tension.
Lust...yes, now that he said that...there was definitely lust on both of their minds.
His fingers slipped beneath the hem of her nightgown. He flicked his wrist to brush aside the blankets and sheets atop her body, and then tugged the smooth material of her nightgown up and over her head, leaving her bare before him.
He was startlingly efficient.
"Get on your knees." He whispered hoarsely, voice heavy with arousal. "Ass up and spread wide for me. Don't hold back..."
