Why is he always like this, disregarding her feelings, disrespecting her, never changing.
Tears fell.
Mark Reed glared at that contented face, gritting his teeth: "I hate you!"
But he smiled as he replied, "I love you!"
His hand still wrapped around her waist, tightening, their bare bodies drawing closer.
He was certain, Turstin Muller had never touched her.
His hand caressed her smooth skin, like satin to the touch, loving this feeling so much, every inch of her seemed to fit him perfectly, even more certain, this woman was born for him.
Countless times he had fantasized about holding her like this, skin against skin, no longer a dream.
Feeling her true warmth, discarding those unrealistic fantasies.
To love her means holding her like this, every night, sharing the bed and pillow.
Waking up in the morning to plant a good morning kiss on her forehead, bringing good mood all day.
