Isabella’s POV
“Teach me how to touch you, please,” I asked.
“Izzy, you don’t have to do this,” Zander breathed out. “I don’t want you to do anything that you will regret.”
I stepped forward to him, his swollen member pressed against my belly. “I won’t regret it. I’m not ready to have s*x, but I want to please you.”
“Are you sure?” Zander replied. “Seriously, Izzy, you don’t have to do it.”
“I want to Zander,” I said, adamantly. “If I’m forced to marry Antonio DeMarco, he will not be my first for anything. I want it to be you.” I looked into his smoky grey eyes. They were swirling with desire. I smiled, knowing he wanted this as much as I did.
“Ok, but on one condition,” Zander expressed. “You let me pleasure you after.”
“Zander,” I gasped. “I… I… I’ve never been naked in front of a
