ISOLDE
His muscles are hard and thick against my palms. I feel my heart race so hard I fear it might burst.
His mouth sucks, bites, and caresses mine until every bit of air is gone from my lungs. I whimper as he greedily takes my lips.
I want to stop him, but my hands don’t listen. They pull him closer, wanting more of his heat.
When his lips leave mine, they go straight to my neck, sucking and biting the flesh. Moans travel out of my mouth.
“Drogo,” I gasp when he parts my legs apart and slides his frame in between.
He rips his shirt open, one hand still caging my neck in place.
“I hate you. Red. I hate what you are doing to me,” he mumbles as he presses his lips to my cleavage.
A soft tear echoes as he yanks the dress off my shoulder, exposing my left hardened n****e. His mouth l
