Isla's POV
I tensed. Grabbing onto the wrist of his exploring hand, I tried to push him away. At least, that was what I thought I was doing.
"What's the matter, slave?" he asked me, his voice dropping low and dangerous. It simultaneously filled me with fear and with longing. "You played the role of my w***e so well in the past. Now your wounds have closed. Why not do it again, as we did in the past?"
My body was reacting to his touch the same as it always had, and the mating bond was only amplifying those feelings – that lust.
I wanted to resist him, but it was so difficult. The bond connected us together, making his touch, his closeness, feel like fireworks against my skin.
But it wasn't just that. It was the past, the way I had always clung to him, trusting him with my body, kno
