Chapter 7
Isabella’s POV
When morning came, every inch of my body ached, the dull soreness a reminder of the night before. My thighs trembled when I tried to stand, but I forced myself up, dragging my heavy limbs toward the window. Sunlight poured in, soft and golden, mocking the storm that had consumed me only hours ago.
That was when I noticed a gown. Midnight black, sleek and beautiful, draped carefully across a chair as though waiting for me. I reached out and let my fingers glide over the fabric.
Only one person could have placed it there. Dominic.
The memory of how he’d taken me flashed hot across my skin, and I caught myself pressing my thighs together. Shame burned in my cheeks, but so did something else—a blush that betrayed me. Why was I remembering the way his mouth cla
