AMELIA'S POV
He kissed me slowly, devouring and claiming my lips as if they were meant for him. He bit my lower lip softly, asking permission from my tongue. His French kiss added more heat to my core, and I needed him badly. If it was just his finger... I had never done this before, but I had touched myself a couple of times while watching X-rated movies or reading novels. I watched those movies to learn, even though there was no one I wanted to try it with, so I experimented on myself.
My own touch gave me a blissful moment; I imagined what his fingers would do to me. While I was still thinking about the experience I was about to have, he lifted me up and carried me to the couch, placing me down without breaking the kiss.
After a while, with him doing nothing but kissing me, I broke t
