He could not wait to take her back to the bedroom outside, or to put her on his comfortable and spacious bed.
Lucas Walker stepped forward, pressing her directly against the wooden door of the cloakroom.
Squeezing her between the door and himself, he kissed her deeply, until he too was breathless, during which he reluctantly let her go.
He did not want this kiss to end.
So he kissed the corners of her lips, her chin, her neck...
The skin around her neck was just as soft, leaving marks with just a gentle suck. After his kisses, a chain of rosy kiss marks remained.
She was dressed solely in a thin chiffon nightgown, which annoyed him.
He loved her skin, as smooth as satin, which always had a magic power, making him unable to help but linger over it with his fingers.
She was his.
She loved him.
...
Just thinking about this nearly drove him crazy with excitement.
From his childhood, he had conquered many things, many people... defeated many opponents.
