She was hurting so much it felt like dying. If he left, she didn't think she could survive till tomorrow.
"Then beg for it," Even though he was barely holding on, Hank Clegg gritted his teeth and endured. Her current appearance was too enticing. He was afraid that the moment would end too quickly.
"Please..." Victoria sobbed out.
She spoke those words, and her hand slid down his chest, to accurately and unmistakably grip the very essence of his being.
Hank Clegg's breath hitched, and for a moment, he said nothing, simply engrossed in the sensations she stirred in him.
Her hands were soft, her fingers warm and deft.
Hank Clegg surrendered to her touch. As her actions escalated, he couldn't help but lean in and seize the fragrance of her lips once more.
The room was enveloped in a warm silence.
Only their labored breaths and the occasional satisfied moan punctuated the quiet.
Having lost his memories of the past seven years, no woman had ever been this close to Hank Clegg.