Della’s POV
Albert’s stare at me deepened. “I love you so much,” he whispered, raising his hand to hold my hand that was resting on his cheek.
Gently, he pulled my hand and guided it toward his torso, making me subconsciously lean toward him as we engulfed each other in an embrace.
“I’m sorry again.” His voice suddenly turned husky, and his lips started lingering feathery kisses on the side of my neck, hands, and arms, groping around my waist and sides.
I took a deep breath, jolted by the tingling sensation cursing through my body.
“I-it’s okay…” I stammered in reply, stopping the moan from escaping my lips when his hands touched the side of my breast, and he sucked on the part where my neck and shoulder joined.
“May I?” he seductively asked while pulling me even closer as if our bodies weren’t close enough.