Chapter 47 Admission
- ISABELLA'S POV
- His low, rough words washed over my shaking, twisting body. Crying a little, tormented by those long, probing fingers as he brought me to moist readiness, I tried again to free my hands, and this time he let them go.
- “Now,” he crooned, pulling the nightgown up. I lifted myself to aid in the removal of the frustrating garment, pulling it over my head myself and throwing it across the room.