Isla
Jackson stalked towards me, his eyes filled with pure lust. “I was worried this moment wouldn’t ever happen,” he whispered, “Stand up and turn around.”
“O-okay,” I was confused but did what he said. He began swiftly unbuttoning the tiny pearl buttons on the back of my dress.
“I have strict instructions from my mom not to ruin any part of your dress.” My face flushed, and I was glad I was facing away from him. Knowing his mom knew what was going to happen tonight made me embarrassed, even though it was natural and more than expected amongst our kind.
The dress started to fall away, and he ran his fingertips up my back. I shuddered as goosebumps erupted under his touch. He moved to the nape of my neck and around the front. His fingers slipped under my sleeves, and he pulled them awa
