CHAPTER 150
The walk back toward the master suite felt like a journey through a different house entirely, or perhaps, a different dimension where every physical sensation was magnified to the point of agony.
The air in the wide hallway was objectively cool but Isabella felt as though she were trailing a visible wake of heat.
Every step she took caused the thick, plush fabric of the borrowed robe to rub against her sensitized skin, the friction generating a slow-burning electricity that seemed to settle deep in the marrow of her bones.
Lucian walked half a pace ahead of her, his silhouette tall, imposing, and agonizingly out of reach.
His movements possessed that signature silent grace that usually made her heart race for fearful reasons.
Now, however, her pulse was hammering against her ribs for reasons that were entirely carnal.
