Annabelle Linton had been taken until she passed out, only to wake and pass out again…
It wasn't until the first light of dawn broke in the east that the couple on the bed finally drew to a close.
Lying naked on the bed, Leona Grant held her in his arms as she slept the sleep of the dead, placing soft kisses on her.
'It felt so good, being able to watch her sleep beside me, completely unguarded and without a trace of caution.'
Leona Grant couldn't resist kissing her again.
Her forehead, her eyes, her nose, her lips... he kissed them one by one.
Annabelle Linton must have been utterly exhausted. Her long hair, damp with sweat, was fanned out across the pristine white sheets. But even in sleep, nothing could erase the subtle distance in her expression.
"Leona Grant... be gentle... gentler..." Annabelle Linton mumbled in her sleep, her brows furrowed.
Leona Grant couldn't help but let out a laugh.
"Silly girl."
He couldn't resist kissing her again.
