How can you tell you're dreaming when it feels so real?
Rain pattered softly against the window, but the air wasn't cold. Not here, not in this moment. The air should be cold, but Amelia was burning. Heat unfurled beneath her skin, tracing along her collarbone, down her ribs, slow and deliberate, trailing down her body in soft, teasing kisses.
Lips-his. Lips-press against the curve of her hip, teeth scraping, tongue soothing, sending a sharp, exquisite shiver up her spine. Amelia's breath shudders, and she shifts against the sheets, her body arching as she once again feels lips press against the dip of her stomach.
She shifts against the sheets, a breathless sound slipping from her lips. Her fingers curl into the fabric, grasping for something, anything, as a familiar voice-deep, pos
