Chapter 95 Marriage To The Beast (7)

• Isolde
• The room was silent, save for the sound of our soft breathing. I lay tangled in the sheets, my skin still tingling from his heat. Cedric’s arm was wrapped around my waist possessively, pulling me against the hard plane of his chest.
• Being naked with him should have felt wrong; my sisters’ voices usually lived in the back of my head, reminding me of every flaw, telling me I was a mistake, that this life wasn’t for me. But here in the dark, with his breath warm against my neck, those voices were finally quiet.