Bianca
Isaac picked me up, his mouth locked with mine, and carried me to the bed. He laid me down with the utmost care, then propped himself over me, pulling back just enough to drink me in with his eyes.
“You’re beautiful, you know that, right?” he whispered. “Sometimes I don’t think you know it, Bianca.”
My throat bobbed. I couldn’t answer. Just shook my head mutely.
Our lips met again, more gently this time, but no less passionate. His hands slid down my sides, then back up, bunching the silk of my nightgown as they went. I arched into his touch, silently begging for more.
Understanding my silent plea, Isaac broke the kiss long enough to pull my nightgown up and over my head, tossing it aside. I was completely naked beneath, and his sharp intake of breath as his eyes
