108 He Lost Control

Day Eight…

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His mouth covered hers hungrily. At this moment, Nathan was the one initiating this kiss. He trapped her between the cushion of the sofa and his body.

He held her hands, pressing her down. Abigail was completely immobilized now. He forced her lips open with his thrusting tongue. She felt a wild surge of pleasure as he began sucking her tongue.

Nathan was a good kisser. The word 'good' was in fact an understatement. He was a great kisser!

Abigail struggled against his grasp as she wanted to anchor her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She didn't expect that kissing someone would give her so much pleasure.

When Nathan drew back, his lips shifted on her jaw, trailing soft kisses down her neck. Abigail's scent was intoxicating Nathan, clouding his right judgment.

He was not supposed to do this. But he couldn't stop. He felt like it was not the first time they did this. The intimacy was so familiar to him.