Capítulo 87: You are mine.

Christopher had not anticipated such a reaction from her. He expected her to push him away and yell at him. He had planned to try to pacify her without losing his temper.

Her response was the polar opposite of what he had thought. When he heard her soft moan, his cock twisted.

He held her jaw with one hand and claimed her lips. His tongue fluttered against hers, and his fingers were deep in the softness of her hair.

He tugged her close to his chest, thinking he would never get her close enough… as if he would hide her inside of him. He would protect her and always keep her close to him.

'Abigail…' He murmured her name in his mind as if engraving those letters into his heart.

He kissed her cheeks and chin and nibbled her earlobe, earning her sweet and seductive moans. His fingers were tangled in her hair.

"You feel so good," he whispered, sighing.

He felt her cold fingers on his chest.

She was undoing his shirt buttons.