Abaddon and Valerie were still sitting on the couch, staring longing holes into each other.
She wanted to know if he was going to let her hands go and allow her to continue.
He wanted to know if doing so was actually going to help her.
But ultimately, Abaddon has but eleven named weaknesses in this world. And the biggest one was sitting on top of his lap. Painfully alluring and desperate for him.
Abaddon let her hands go, and Valerie didn't waste an opportunity to vent her needs.
After removing his shirt, she ran her hands along his chest as if she was touching precious marble.
Her breathing was becoming slightly off rhythm, as her body recalled in vividly descriptive detail the kinds of euphoria this body was capable of making her feel.
She didn't even bother to remove her underwear. Just pulled them to the side as her eyes sparkled with need.
Abaddon's sweatpants were just blatantly dissolved by her without a care.
