The next day…
Abigail was lying on the bed, motionless, like a dead fish.
Christopher had gone crazy last night. He had not let her sleep and had given her multiple orgasms.
Every time, it was just mind-blowing.
He hadn't stopped until she couldn't open her eyes any longer.
She had fallen asleep just before dawn broke.
The alarm rang, but she didn't have the energy to reach out and turn it off.
The ringing stopped.
The movement on the other side of the bed made her realize that Christopher had turned it off.
Abigail didn't even open her eyes. She kept lying in the same position, with her back to him.
As he gazed at her bare back, the corners of his lips hooked. The hickeys from the previous night's wild sex were all over her delicate, pale skin on her shoulders and neck.
He couldn't stop himself from kissing her back.
"Mm…" She moaned softly.
