Isabella's POV

Damien didn’t release me right away. His fingers remained buried deep inside my pulsing core, stroking with slow, deliberate motions that prolonged every aftershock rippling through my body. I trembled violently against his solid chest, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps that filled the quiet luxury of the penthouse.

My wrists were still securely bound behind my back with smooth silk, leaving me completely helpless and at his mercy. The delicate slip I had worn for him was now bunched uselessly around my waist, offering no modesty. Warm, slick trails of my own wetness coated my inner thighs, it was the evidence of how thoroughly he had...