PART TWELVE

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Connor's mouth hovered over Abigail's center, the anticipation thick in the air. He gave her a wicked grin, then plunged in with a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue moved with deliberate precision, exploring every fold and crevice, drinking in her taste. Abigail gasped, her hands gripping the couch cushions as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

He worked her slowly, building her up with teasing licks and gentle sucking. Abigail's breathing quickened, her moans growing louder with each passing moment. Connor's grip on her hips tightened, holding her steady as he intensified his efforts. His tongue flicked over her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her that made her back arch.

Abigail's moans turned into desperate cries as she neared her climax. Sensing her approaching peak, Connor increased the pressure, his tongue moving faster and more insistently. "Connor," she gasped, her voice breathless and pleading, "I'm so close..."

He responded with a growl, his lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to push her over the edge. Abigail's body tensed, her muscles tightening as the orgasm crashed over her. She cried out his name, her body trembling with the force of her release.

Connor didn't stop, continuing to coax every last wave of pleasure from her until she was spent, panting and trembling beneath him. He finally pulled back, his lips and chin glistening with her essence. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with satisfaction.

Abigail lay there, trying to catch her breath, her heart racing. Connor moved up to lie beside her, pulling her into his arms. He kissed her forehead gently, his hand brushing her hair back from her face. "You were incredible," he murmured, his voice soft and filled with admiration.

He held her close, his hands gently caressing her back as she came down from the high of her orgasm. "You're so beautiful, Abigail," he whispered, pressing soft kisses along her hairline
"You did well, my girl," he murmured, the edge of a smirk on his lips. "Such a good girl for me."

Abigail rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips despite herself. "You're enjoying this too much," she muttered, her voice laced with a mixture of satisfaction and annoyance.

Connor chuckled, his fingers tipping her chin up to meet his gaze. "Maybe I am," he admitted, his eyes gleaming with amusement and something darker. "But you like it too, don't you? Being my good girl, having me take care of you."

She huffed, though the defiance in her eyes was softened by a flicker of desire. "Don't get too comfortable with that," she shot back, though her tone lacked its usual bite.

Connor held Abigail close, his fingers gently tracing circles on her back as she steadied her breath. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke in a low, sultry murmur.

"You're a real firecracker, you know that?" he said, his voice dripping with admiration. "I love seeing you like this—fiery and untamed."

Abigail smirked, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Keep talking like that, and you might get in trouble."

Connor chuckled, his hands sliding down to her waist. "Oh, come on, don't pretend you don't enjoy it. You're my little temptress, aren't you? Always keeping me on my toes."

She arched an eyebrow, her tone challenging. "Is that what you think? I'm just here to amuse you?"

"Something like that," he replied, his gaze locking with hers. "But you're also my prize, Abigail. All that fire and defiance—it's what makes you irresistible."

Abigail rolled her eyes but couldn't hide a smile. "You think you've got me all figured out?"

"Not all figured out," Connor said, his fingers grazing her cheek. "But I do know that you're incredible, and I love the way you make me lose control."

Her breath hitched at his words. "You're full of yourself," she teased, though her voice was softer.

Connor smirked, brushing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "And you can't get enough of me," he retorted, his fingers trailing over her skin with a possessive edge.

Abigail's eyes narrowed playfully. "You think you're so smooth," she murmured, her voice a mix of exasperation and lingering desire.

Connor's expression softened slightly as he leaned in, pressing a series of slow, deliberate kisses down her neck and shoulder. "Maybe I am," he said, his voice a low growl. "But you've never been able to resist me."

Despite the lingering tension, Abigail found herself melting under his touch. "You're impossible," she whispered, her voice betraying a hint of tenderness.

Connor lifted her effortlessly, carrying her from the living room to the bedroom. "And you love every bit of it," he said, his tone a blend of smug satisfaction and genuine affection.

As he laid her gently on the bed, he settled beside her, his body radiating a protective warmth. His hands roamed over her, exploring her curves with a mix of admiration and desire.

Abigail nestled against him, her head resting on his chest. "You know," she said with a teasing edge, "you're not as insufferable as I thought."

Connor's lips curled into a satisfied smile. "And you're not as easy to shake off as I'd hoped," he replied, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.

They lay together in the soft glow of the bedroom, the room filled with a newfound warmth. As they cuddled close, their earlier animosity gave way to a deeper connection, forged in passion and understanding.

Connor wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "You were incredible," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Despite everything, I wouldn't have it any other way.






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