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.

“You’re thinking too loud, Isolde,” Cedric murmured. His hand began to move, tracing slow,...