After panting for air for some seconds, she felt his lips on the centre of her forehead, pressing it smooth, then tracing down the ridge of her nose, her upper lip, and dropping a chain of kisses around her mouth. She imagined a circle of pearls that his kisses had left on her face.
Abigail was breathing heavily in the heady smell of him, she realized that he’d branded her for life with his scent.
Then his thumbs stroked her cheekbones, his fingers tangled in her hair, finding the edges of her ears, the tender spot where her jaw meets her neck. She had never felt anything like this before. His lips, his tongue, his fingers, were caressing the fibres of her mind.
His lips travelled to her ear. "May I?" He asked her permission as he kissed her soft flesh under her earlobe, earning another
