He had already been pushed to his limits of restraint.
His hand journeyed down her delicate curves, his fingertips gliding over her supple skin.
"Victoria, give me…" He said to her, in a low, hoarse voice.
In her slumber, Victoria felt her belly stirring more than usual, in her drowsiness, she thought she was still sleeping with Michael under the Bridge Tunnel.
Struggling, she turned over, gathering all the blankets to the front of her.
Unknowingly exposing her bare back.
Hank Clegg gazed at her cute and delicate pajamas, and her porcelain-like skin reflecting in the moonlight. His eyes darkened with each moment, so much that he was devoid of reason.
He hugged her from behind, matching his already hardened desire to her soft and delicate form.
No matter what, tonight, he was going to make her his.
To make her his…
This thought surpassed any desire he had felt before completing any task.
