Chapter 130

• Emelie nearly screamed when she finally felt his fingertips on her clit, and a sudden, powerful pressure began to balloon in her pelvis. He massaged her clit with the perfect amount of tenderness and force, with a steadily increasing speed that seemed to cause her hips to automatically rock to meet his strokes. She was so wet that she could actually hear it as he touched her, but she was far too aroused to feel embarrassed at her wanton display.
• "Yes...Mr. Carlisle...please—"
• "Then I'm going to need you to relax your body, Emelie," Carlisle said suddenly.