Isabelle was burning up, her whole body radiating heat.
Desperately, she tugged at her dress, trying to cool down.
Alexander shut the door and was hit by the scene before him: his dream girl, lying disoriented on the bed, cheeks flushed like ripe apples, her dress askew revealing swathes of her flawless skin.
"Oh, baby..."
His eyes glinted with hunger, reminiscent of a wolf that hadn't eaten in days. In a flurry, he ripped Isabelle's white dress away, leaving her in her underwear.
'It feels like someone's stripping me... Who is it?'
Isabelle forced her heavy eyes open and caught sight of Alexander above her, which snapped her instantly back to the present.
"No... I don't want this..." she gasped, "Back off..."
She attempted to push him away, but her limbs were weak; she fell back o
