Emmeline regained her composure before long. She wasn't a lovesick girl, to begin with.

"Drop it now. How are you going to take the bullet out of you now?" Emmeline asked Abel. She could perform the operation. But now, it was too risky as she was drugged.

"Let me think..."

However, Abel didn't look like he was thinking about the bullet. He could only look at the woman that he nearly lost. They occupied The Precipice in their lonesome and carnal desire charged the air around them.

"The bullet, Abel. The bullet." Emmeline handed out another reminder.

Abel kissed Emmeline's forehead. "One bullet cannot stop me from coming to your rescue. Not even five."

"But you're bleeding. And I'm incapable of helping you out," uttered Emmeline.

"But Emma..." Abel's lips wandered to meet Emmeline's. "You are full of surprises."

"Huh?"

"I didn't know you knew how to fire a gun."
Emmeline regained her composure before long. She wasn't a lovesick girl, to begin with.















"I..." Quick, she needed an excuse. "I took some shooting classes at university."

Abel knew it was a lie straight away. He was professionally trained. He knew who was an amateur shooter and who wasn't. But since Emmeline didn't want to tell him, Abel wouldn't pry further.

"Let me carry you upstairs. You're trembling." Abel caressed Emmeline's lips.

As they moved, so did the undulating beauty under Emmeline's dress. When they were in the room, Abel threw Emmeline to the bed and pinned her down. His hands slid beneath her dress.

"No... You're bleeding." Emmeline's declination felt more like an invitation.

"I only need my lower half anyway." Abel planted more and more kisses on Emmeline's body. Emmeline was too weak to fight back so she bit Abel's tongue. That was enough to bring reason back to Abel's mind.

Abel let go of Emmeline and got up. He apologized, "Sorry. I lost control there."

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