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My limbs are so damn heavy.
Then there’s a sharp sting on my neck, like a mosquito. I’m tempted to slap it, to squash it beneath my hand. Seriously, how dare it sting me on my wedding day?
But I don’t. I’d have to let go of my bouquet for that.
My head swims harder. My vision blurs at the edges.
One more step. Maybe two.
My legs buckle. The floor rushes up to meet me.
“Isa,” someone shouts. Sebastian?
Then the whole world is gone.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Isabella
The jostling of my body tugs me from the edges of sleep.
I think someone is lifting me. Strong arms slide beneath me, holding me close.
Warmth engulfs me. It’s steady and familiar, and I sigh contentedly.
“You…” The word slips out on a whisper, little more than a breath.
My head lolls to the side, too heavy to hold up. And it hurts.
I try to open my eyes, but they refuse, dreaminess clinging to me like a thick fog.
The scent of him fills my senses. Clean and crisp with a trace of salt and sun that pulls at something deep inside me.
“Hush,” he murmurs. His voice is low, a deep rumble that I feel more than hear. It calms the wild beat of my heart.
“Go back to sleep.”
The gentle sway of his steps rocks me, and I let the darkness take me again, safe in his arms.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Isabella
Sensations draw me from my slumber… sensations between my legs.
Something warm brushes the inside of my thigh, a feather-light breath ghosting over my skin, followed by lips trailing kisses up, up, up. A sharp ache for more builds quickly.
God, it’s been so long since anybody touched me there.
The memory of being ravished, of being devoured, surges forward and my body reacts. Slickness gathers between my thighs. I’m getting wetter with every kiss against my skin, every breath he drags over me.
Dios.
Am I really that starved for affection that the slightest touch makes me melt like this?
Or has Sebastian been under those sheets for a while?
His hand slides around to my ass. The other moves between my legs. He cups me there, and I gasp.
