ISOLDE
Drogo stiffens under my lips. My heart race ready to burst out of my chest. Slowly realization hit me and my mind screams.
What have I done?
I pull away on shock. The world around me is frozen, but I feel their eyes burning into my skin.
Drogo is rigid, like a statue. His eyes lock on mine, jaw is set as if holding himself from bursting out in flame. I want to tell him I am sorry. That was the only thing I could think of.
But no words come out.
I find myself staring at his perfect shape lips, recalling how soft they'd felt seconds ago.
Without warning, Drogo slides a hand up the back of my neck and uses his other hand to pull my waist close.
He slam his lips back to mine forces mouth to open.
Any apology left in my mind vanishes, replaced by a rush of heat that floods my
