Page 19 of Turmoil's Target

Abe claws at my dress and before I know it our clothes are flying through the air, desperate to feel skin against skin.

His hands roam over my body as if he needs to touch every inch of my skin.

I don’t think there’s any way I’m going to be able to stop this.

It’s like he can’t get enough of me.

God, I’m reveling in this feeling.

His lips leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses down my long, slender neck, eliciting shivers and moans.

He doesn’t stop there, though.

His tongue and lips tease my hard nipples, through the fabric of my red lacy bra.

“God, Abe,” I gasp, arching her back. “You have no idea how much I need this.”

His smirk is pure, male satisfaction, sin and desire rolled into one. “Oh, I have a pretty good idea,” he replies huskily, deft fingers unhooking my bra with practiced ease.

It falls to the floor, forgotten as he takes in the sight of me bare before him.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, eyes darkening with lust as he cups my breasts, thumbs rubbing over my nipples and sending bolts of pleasure skittering down my spine.

I can’t help but moan at the sensation, grasping his broad shoulders for support.

He groans at my reaction, leaning down to replace his thumb with his lips.

The way his mouth wraps around my nipple sends thrilling sensations coursing through me.

“Christ, Sera…” he murmurs against my skin, pulling back to gaze up at me with burning intensity.

Passion lights up his eyes as he begins working his way downward, leaving a trail of fiery kisses in his wake.

He nestles himself between my legs, grinding his hard cock against my lacy thong until he yanks it all the way down my legs.

Abe knows what he’s doing and fuck do I love that.

His fingers trace the inside of my thigh, moving closer and closer to my core, until I can hardly breathe with anticipation.

The room feels like it’s spinning, consumed with desire and need.

“Look at you,” he growls, his voice husky with raw desire. “So wet and ready for me.”

The sight of him kneeling between my thighs, his defined muscles flexing under the dim lights is a sight to behold. A sight that sends pulsating waves of heat straight to my core.

I watch as he leans down, his hot breath fanning over my sensitive skin making me squirm in anticipation.

Suddenly, his tongue is there, lapping at me, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my veins.

My hands fly to his hair, gripping the dark strands tight as wave after wave of pleasure hits me.

I can hardly form coherent thoughts, let alone utter actual words, except for his name which is spilling from my lips as a desperate plea.

“Abe!”

As his lips continue their torturous assault, his fingers join in, sliding deep within me.

I buck against him, crying out.

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