My Angel

"Please," Abby's voice was a hushed plea, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to form coherent words. "Please, Remo," she whimpered, her voice taking on a desperate tone dying to have a release.

"Turn around," Remo ordered gently, his voice laced with a mix of authority and tenderness.

"Face the headboard."

Abby complied without hesitation, her heart racing as she felt Remo's hand glide up her back from behind. His touch sent shivers down her spine, heightening her anticipation even further.