The burn of his mouth and the suction of his tongue both caused riotous reactions in Amelia's body.
Goddess, if this is a dream, I don't want to wake up anymore. She thought to herself.
Amelia clutched at his back, pulled at his hair, and lost herself in a bliss that should have been impossible. Soon, she was even writhing and thrashing against him, desperate for completion.
Stefan purred against her, his breath warm on her skin. Then something hot, so wonderfully hot, entered her system. And okay, she hadn't truly known pleasure before that moment. This was a pleasure. Magic. Pleasure in its purest form. Strength, heat, and power. She felt those, too.
Her thrashing became a single-minded pursuit for the elusive satisfaction that still hovered so close. She pressed herself against his
