Chapter 94

• *Isabel*
• I didn't bother trying to get myself together. His nostrils were flared, his pupils blown wide and I imagined what he saw; me almost naked, except for the thong I had on. My body was glistening with sweat and my cheeks were streaked with tears, the scent of my arousal a heavy fog in the room. "Dear goddess," He whispered beneath his breath, taking me in. His voice was low and rough, vibrating with barely restrained power. I opened my mouth, but no words came. How could I explain this - this fire, this ache, this overwhelming need? My body betrayed me, and I crawled toward him as if he were the only thing keeping me from crumbling under the weight of it all. His eyes darkened and I have no doubt he could smell it; the heat.
• The undeniable scent of my need.