CHAPTER NINETEEN: MY VERY LAST NERVE

Catherine’s POV

It doesn't exist, it’s all in your head- a soft still voice in my head would say each time I scribbled into my forbidden diary.

It only exists in your imaginations and the pages of your romance novels, never in real life Catherine- the still voice always said each time I wrote out a wild sexual desire of mine but she was wrong, dead wrong. It did exist, a pleasure so wild, so dangerous, so awakening, so intense, so crude, so maddening, the dangerous paradise of pleasure existed and Alexander Clifford just proved it.

My body still tingled from the tantalizing feelings of Alexander’s touch; my skin still recited every rhythm of his plunge and my nerves still shivered from the remnants of the stimulus.

My goddess was pleased but I, Catherine Kent, daughter of Dominic Kent was weak; weak to every bone in my body from the shattering heights of pleasure; pleasure, a two edged sword both tantalizing and wrecking. Serves me right! I finally got a taste of the wild and I