(Pov:Isabelle)
Dorian intensely stared at me, captivating me with his enticing look. The studio room was filled with the smell of turpentine and the fresh, metallic scent of paint. I was attracted to the canvases, but at the same time I could feel Dorian's gaze burning through me, more intensely than any pigment he might have mixed.
He neither asked... Nor waited; rather, he crossed the distance between us and his chest was touching mine and the wild rhythm of his heart could be heard even through the clothes. "You get it, don't you?" he whispered and his voice was like a scratch on the quiet.
His lips met mine before I could say a word. It was not just a kiss but a full, scale attack. My stepdad's lips were insistent, his tongue insinuating deeply, depriving me of air. I could taste bi
