Isolde

I stood there quietly, not moving an inch as I watched his eyes rake over me. Desire pooled in those ocean-blue depths.

He stayed silent for a long time, his gaze traveling over the curve of my neck, the swell of my breasts, and the softness of my stomach, all the way down to my legs.

My cheeks heated. I pulled my hands together, shielding my womanhood from his gaze.

He stepped closer, his fingers lightly brushing down my bare arm and causing goosebumps to spread over my skin. ...