Isabelle watched with bated breath as Delnard's eyes become as dark as the ocean, stormy with desire. It was fascinating and terribly exciting at the same time. Isabelle realized that it was her doing. She had this effect on him and for the first time, she eagerly wanted to relish in that power.
This was something she could control. She can drive this man crazy. She felt wicked yet, she knew he wanted her to be. Delnard wanted her to drive him mad.
Isabelle lowered her hands and then began to pull off Delnard's shirt. She did not take long because he helped her take it off with one swift move. She watched in fascination as Delnard once again closed his eyes as her hands began exploring his chest before trailing towards his broad shoulders. She was fascinated, enthralled with his physique
