บท 77: Golden hour (18+)

IMOGEN'S POV

It was absolutely insane what I was doing. It wasn't like common sense had flown out of the window and I was struggling with every bone in my body to do what was right.

No. This was all me. It was why I came, wasn't it? To stop being me. To stop being a dutiful wife to a man who didn't regard me as one.

Coming here was no mistake. I orchestrated it and Isaac chose to dance to the number I was playing.

There was longing in his kiss. It wasn't just passionate. It was almost terrifying how raw it felt.

It was like kissing me wasn't enough. He wanted to possess me. Skin to skin. Bone to bone and oul to soul.

My hands found their way into his hair, tugging gently, as he groaned softly against my mouth. His hands roamed my back, tracing the curve of my spine. It felt like he was surprised at just how perfectly I fit against me.