Fated From The Start

Prologue

Prologue

"Let me help you with this, Babe." He said in a husky tone as I felt his fingers slowly sliding the zipper down. He never broke his eye contact with me from the mirror—that as my dress loosened up, I felt like he was slowly undressing me with his eyes. I automatically held the front of my dress to my chest as I knew it wouldn't be a great sight to behold if I let it slip down, with my now obvious bump in my tummy and the visible cellulite in my legs.

"I, uhm...T-thanks, Jace. I—" I wasn't able to finish my sentence when he placed his lips on my shoulder as he kept his eyes on me in the mirror.

"Let go of the dress, Isabelle." He said huskily as he now traced the back of my arms with the back of his hands. s**t.

"It's not a great sight—" He cut me off when he inched closer to me and held my hips as he pressed his pelvis to my back.

"Do you think I will have a huge hard-on right now if I care about your sight, Babe? Can you feel that?" My eyes opened wide when I felt his bulge on my lower back. My skin tingled as my heart raced.