Kendrick had kissed her waist more than once, not willing to leave even a single inch untouched.
He had once said, "Anna, the first time I held your waist, I already wanted you."
Annabelle couldn’t recall exactly when it was, but Kendrick reminded her, "At the engagement banquet."
"Ah, so you had ill intentions back then!" She hadn’t even noticed.
Kendrick kissed down her waistline, lightly biting her delicate skin. "I thought you were the one with ill intentions toward me."
"I wasn’t very clear that day. I just didn’t want to marry that old man…"
Kendrick gave her a sharper bite, making Annabelle stop talking immediately.
"So Anna was just keeping me as a backup?" he teased.
"Not exactly… well, maybe…," Annabelle was utterly flustered, her thoughts a mess.
Unable to resist his
