CHAPTER 63
Anon’s mind reeled.
What Ada uttered got him excited down to his micro veins. The thought of having her again in his arms, under his sheets, underneath him and entwined for as long as he wished, and as long as she would allow him was heaven for him.
But— Ada was not completely out of danger. The dent of the silver bullet in her chest was still visible. If not for her shield, that bullet wound was lethal, it was bound to take her life.
“Ada—“ he winced a little, her kisses had already caused a boner.
“Hmm,” she hummed as her lips touched the base of his ear and her hands that opened his shirt explored his exposed skin.
“You are— not well—yet,” he murmured in between heavy breaths.
“I am damned well for this,” Ada whispered, refusing to be halted. She
