[Margaret's Perspective]
For a moment, I recalled that in addition to many scenes of us kissing intimately, there were more scenes of us lingering in bed, with him on top of me.
Donald would lean over me. Sometimes the kisses were sensual. Sometimes the kisses were simply expressions of love landing on me, one by one.
Sometimes he would kiss me from my neck to my chest, to my lower abdomen, to the top of my thighs, and finally to my private part.
The kisses Donald gave me were not always gentle. He would suckle my skin all the way, making me gasp, and leave bright red marks on my body.
My breath quickened with the memory, and I felt my body heat up again.
"Margaret?" Donald called to me, and I came back to my senses, feeling more or less ashamed of myself.
I had just woken up from my coma and was still injured, but all I could think of was sex. I couldn't help but lower my eyes, not daring to look at Donald again.
