Slowly with so much tender, a warmth she lived to yearn for eternity, a touch she've craved and quenched her desire with a pillow-was seeping into her soul and uplifting its gloominess. She found it so hard not melt under his touch, a touch she believed set her ablaze, she was supposed to declined his offer, but how could she do so? When every crevice and corner of her body yearns for him? She was supposed to flare at him and shudder him away from her body, but she could feel a tingle beneath her lower abdumen, her angel was propably in need of its Abbi, so much that she couldn't deny its right.
She thought she was dreaming, as she felt him turned her around, making her face to look at his. She clenched her eyes shot, unable to stare at the eyes that annihilated every piece of her battere
