บท 96: Present - 55 I Love You, Paul.

"Of course." He stopped walking and fisted her strands, loving the hold he had on her. It was easy to overpower her with just a single grip. He had her right where he wanted her, and she could not getaway. 

He pulled her head back so her lips were tilted toward her, just like the way he was imagining her just a moment ago. "I like you."

"I think you more than like me." She ran her hands up his chest, her nails dug into his skin with desperation. 

She eyed his lips seductively, wanting his lips pressed tightly against hers. With just a few moves, she turned into the sexiest woman he had ever laid eyes on. Even without the cuffs and collar on her body, she turned him on like crazy.

There were no words he could use to describe exactly how he felt. All he knew was he wanted her beside him, now and forever. He wanted her to share a bed with him every night and to ride his cock every morning. Without her, he feared he would return to the ghost he used to be.