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Isla has been dreading this day for a year, the marriage to a man she has never met. The rumor of his cruelty is known far and wide, but things often aren't what they seem. As the consummation approaches, Isla must decide to give the entirety of herself to her new husband or wallow in her own self-pity.

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James' tongue teased her desperate mouth, staying just far enough away for her to sample what was to come. Her tongue slid out to meet his, only for him to pull away, much to Isla's torment.

Isla had always considered herself a patient woman, but right now, at this moment, she wanted to flip him onto his back and take what she craved. Instead, Isla wove her free hand into his silver hair, forcing him deeper into her greedy mouth.

His left hand circled her throat, gripping tight enough to make his point, yet not enough to leave a mark on her skin. A sharp inhale left his clenched teeth as he pulled back.

"No, no, Dove. I plan on taking my time with you." He tsked, sending a shiver down Isla's spine.

Gods above, she had never felt such longing before, such a desperate need for someone. Would this be her days now, locked in his embrace?

She could only hope.