Licking her lips, she purred, "What are you waiting for?"
Isaac drew in a deep, steadying breath, steeling himself for the heart of the matter, and stop himself from directly going for the main deed.
He had to make her beg for it, crave him until surrender was her only salvation.
He summoned the same intoxicating ability she'd wielded earlier, flooding the air around them with a heady aphrodisiac scent, thick and velvety, like forbidden nectar.
Catherine's cheeks bloomed with a deep, rosy flush, and she gifted him a smile so breathtaking it stole the air from his lungs.
"This is not enough to win, darling. I had the willpower to stay pure for years, just a single night won't break that willpower," she murmured, her voice a silken caress, dripping with seduction.
The word darling struck like a spark to dry tinder, sending Isaac's heart into a wild, thunderous gallop.
He inhaled sharply once more, then leaned in, closing the distance with deliberate grace.
