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 ...