Day Twenty Four…
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Abigail froze the moment she felt his warm lips pressing against hers. Nathan grabbed this opportunity to deepen the kiss, nibbling on her lower and upper lips alternately.
Nathan's tongue thrust forward, tracing the surface of her lips and urging them to open for him. His thumb and forefinger pinched her jaw, forcing her to part her lips.
Unable to resist his roughness, Abigail opened her mouth and welcomed Nathan's tongue. The shock was long gone. It was replaced by excitement and anticipation.
'Damn! This devil is such a great kisser. I got addicted to his kiss,' Abigail sucked in, feeling helpless.
Badum! Badum!
Her heart was racing and her stomach was fluttering. Was this yearning for him or her hidden desire?
