“Damn, that was good.” I attempted to roll off him, but his hands gripped my ass cheeks and held me close. “You remember what I told you, right?” He kissed my forehead. “Yes.” I sank into his body. I figured he was referring to the promise he’d just made while he was snatching my soul from my body. “Tell me what you want, beautiful,” he whispered. London was so sweet and gentle with me. It was such a contrast from the men I’d been around my entire life. If things continued this way, I didn’t think I could fight falling in love with him.
