Chapitre 330: I'm not dancing waltz, I'm doing the tango [R18] 1

She couldn't stop smiling, she realized.

But she also couldn't find it in herself to be self conscious about it.

This moment was too precious for that.

She stretched luxuriously, humming in satisfaction at the movement.

She felt relaxed and comfortable.

Relaxed in the arms of her husbands and her kitten.

Comfortable with her surroundings.

Well. The kitten was in her arms, not the other way around. But still.

It was cozy. Comfortable.

Nice.

Her eyelids fluttered open and she gazed up at them. "This is nice..." She whispered softly.

Lyov hummed and kissed her ear. "It is." He agreed in a quiet murmur.

"Are you happy?" She murmured.

"Incredibly so." He affirmed in a gentle tone, moving to trail kisses along her jawline.

Isabelle bit her lip and closed her eyes as his kisses began to trail over her neck and up to her collarbone.