Isolde.
“No one. Not the gods, and especially not you,” she spat through gritted teeth.
Isolde didn’t understand why he was doing this. No one had ever made her this scared and needy before except Draco.
She gasped and shuddered, hearing how the dagger slipped in and out of her heat.
Her skin still perspired greatly from the heat saturating the room, but it was Draco’s heat that rendered her helpless. Before the male, she was powerless. Her body already proved it, seeing how her c**t throbbed and her entrance spilled waters of need at the sight of Draco, her n*****s hard as rock.
When he careened his face close to hers, their lips nearly touching, Isolde felt the strong urge to paste her lips on his and kiss him. Gods be damned, she’d always wanted to know how they tasted.
For a mom
