Page 59 of Abduction

This happy moment would lead to this, where he was in bed inconsolable.

She stroked him with her bare hand while tormenting the tip of his dick with her mouth.

“GOD!” he muttered. “More!”

Oh, she could do that.

When she took him in her mouth, he made a guttural sound deep within his belly. It sent chills across her body, tightening her nipples and making her wet.

Storm blew him.

Hard.

She worked Gamble to the point that he was lost in the pleasure.

There was the sound of his quick intake of breath as she brought him to the edge of pleasure and forced him to stay there.

She knew his body.

His needs.

She knew what made him crazy, and this was it.

Gamble’s hand found her hair, and his fingers knotted in it. Slowly, he took her deeper and deeper until his body shook in pleasure.

As she worked him hard, he was close to exploding, and yet, he didn’t want her to stop.

He never wanted this to end.

Because when it ended, there would be nothing but cold pain and deep sorrow.

There would be nothing but him.

The dream shook him until it was back in control, and he had to relive it. It was an out-of-body experience. He was hearing his thoughts but moving automatically through the movements.

“Storm!” he hissed, his body bowing from the torment. Only, she didn’t let up. She worked him harder.

His free hand knotted in their sheets as he refused to look down. If he did, he was going to cum. The love of his life was punishing his body and destroying his control.

He loved it.

Today, he really needed to be connected to her.

His woman.

His wife-to-be.

If he had anything to say about it, they wouldn’t leave that room until they sorted it out.

Run, Gamble whispered to himself.

Run as far as you can. She’s going to destroy you, and you won’t see it coming.

Dream Gamble said nothing.

Well, not to him.

“My wicked Storm,” he whispered as she added her hand. “Killing me,” he muttered.

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