Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 33

Do I close my eyes? Or wait? Oh my god.

"Relax," Damian murmured, his voice much softer than usual, lacking its typical cool edge.

Isabelle took a few unsteady breaths as he leaned in. His warmth enveloped her, and then his lips met hers.

A quiet gasp escaped her. The scent of her perfume mixed with his cologne in the air around them.

She squeezed her eyes shut, biting back any other sound, her senses heightening almost painfully.

The night they got married, she'd told herself a hundred times that it was bound to happen eventually and she just needed to get through it. But now, faced with the reality, all that mental preparation fell apart. It was useless.

Damian, in front of her, felt like a stranger, nothing like the person she thought she knew. Where is the cool, detached boss from the office?

His kiss was soft yet surprisingly demanding. His arms tightened around her, pulling her flush against him until the embrace felt almost crushing.

She made a small, protesting sound against his lips, the pressure making it hard to breathe, and thumped her fists weakly against his chest. He finally, reluctantly, broke the kiss.

When she caught her breath, she realized her arms were around his neck. Her clothes were messy, shoulder exposed, a strap slipping down. His large hand rested possessively on her bare waist under her shirt.

"I..." Damian's voice was rough. "I want you."

A shiver ran through her, and her small hands clenched into fists.

Before she could even recover from the intensity of the kiss, he was making another demand.

She didn't know if she should agree. It was broad daylight, which felt wrong. And they had a flight tonight. If she ended up unable to walk properly like last time, the embarrassment would be too much.

Her mind raced, trying to find a gentle way to say no. Even if we're going to do it, shouldn't we do it at a more appropriate time?

"Can I..." His voice was strained, urgent.

She let out a long, shaky breath, her thoughts a tangled mess. The first time was bad enough. It can't get worse, right?

Just as she was about to give a tiny, hesitant nod, his phone rang.

Damian let out a frustrated groan, his forehead dropping heavily against hers. His darkened eyes held a murderous look. Isabelle was too flustered to meet his gaze.

He brushed a final, almost apologetic kiss against her lips, his own slightly unsteady. "Sorry. I scared you."

The phone stopped ringing. Isabelle's heart hammered in her throat.

He slowly released her. The phone started ringing again, and he turned away, walking out of the sunroom to answer it.

Isabelle slumped against the bookshelf in relief, hastily straightening her clothes.

"Talk." Damian's tone on the phone was sharp, clearly annoyed at the interruption.

Seizing the chance, Isabelle quickly slipped away.

Isabelle found it a bit funny. Since when has Brian, the king of ending gossip, become a shipper?

Isabelle sneakily rolled her eyes. What have I been doing? Getting thoroughly kissed this morning and then hiding from him all afternoon.

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