Isabella's POV.
I smirked as I glanced at the screen. Ezekiel had seen my message—his signature silence confirmed it. He was waiting. Anticipating. The thought sent a warm rush through me, igniting a heat that settled just beneath my skin.
Sitting upright on my bed, I felt a spark of nervous excitement, my heart pounding in sync with the quiet hum of the room. I took a deep breath, steadying myself as I reached for the tripod and set up the camera. One click, and the red light blinked on.
My chest rose and fell heavily, betraying my growing anticipation. Pushing my hair over one shoulder, I let my fingers trail lightly down my neck, brushing against my collarbone. My movements were slow, deliberate, designed for the gaze I knew was watching—or soon would be.
Kneeling on the bed, I lean
