Abbey’s POV
One minute I’m chasing my high, babbling words that I don’t even really comprehend, knowing only that I want Lincoln to continue whatever the hell he’s doing to me. The next, I feel his fingers stilling, the deep rumble of his voice as he says something that my s*x addled brain can’t compute. My eyes fly open as I stare up at him in confusion, only able to focus on the fact that the pleasure he was building inside of me has stopped and despite having done the same to him, my protest is already on my lips.
‘Are you?’ he asks thoughtfully, his thumb finding my clit and circling painfully slowly, coaxing me toward a point that lies between pleasure and pain. ‘Are you mine kitten?’
I hold his gaze, my eyes widening as my body reacts to his gentle ministrations. I can feel my o**
