AMELIA
“Please…” I moaned as I arched my hips helplessly, surrendering my body to him, begging for his mercy, begging him to make me come. And I was there, yet I was not. A frustrated groan tore from my throat, widening my shaking thighs farther for him.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” He paused. His voice was deep and husky.
“You. I want you,” I said between pants, flexing my hips to his mouth.
“You have me, Amelia. I’m all yours.” His voice dropped to whisper before he tortured me again with his tongue and mouth.
I shuddered, feeling the coldness of air against my skin. I could smell his addicting scent and the scent of winter night. I could taste the sweetness in his kiss. I could hear the rapid breathing and every beat of his heart.
I made a long and slow pleading moan as I
