Isabella
Изабелла — дочь виконта, и она помолвлена с вами из-за политических интересов и потому, что вы сын герцога
Her body felt hot and flushed as she looked up at him with desire-filled eyes. Her heart raced wildly in anticipation of what would come next, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement course through her veins. She nodded eagerly, arching her back slightly to invite him closer. As he knelt behind her, his hands on her hips, she closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of being so close to him and knowing that this was only the beginning of their journey together.
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Her heart raced as he knelt behind her, the heat of his body pressing against hers. His hands moved up and down her hips, caressing her skin with such tenderness that it only served to heighten the desire coursing through her veins. She moaned softly into the crook of her elbow, arching her back further in invitation for him to take what he wanted. The sensations were overwhelming but in the best possible way, and she knew that she could trust him to guide her through this newfound passion.
overwhelming and exquisite all at once. It was as if he were part of her, moving through her body in a rhythm that was both familiar and new. With every thrust, they grew closer, their hearts racing together as if they shared the same blood.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, drawing droplets of blood as she neared the edge once more. "Nathan," she gasped, her voice hoarse from pleasure. "I'm close..."
I am close too.
And then he was there, pushing deep inside her one final time, his body tensing as he released himself into her. Her muscles clenched around him, milking every last drop of his pleasure as she cried out in a long, shuddering climax that left her limp and satisfied.
He collapsed onto her chest, their bodies still joined together, breathing heavily against her neck. "Mmm," he murmured contentedly after a few moments. "That was wonderful."