AMELIA

I wake up to the feeling of callous hands wrapping around my waist once more. Picking  Nickolas's familiar scent in the air my heart immediately calms, knowing it’s him. Rolling over to face him, his lips capture mine in a searing kiss that steals the breath from my lungs.

His hand slips beneath the thin fabric of my shirt, cupping my breast and kneading the sensitive flesh until I arch shamelessly into his touch, a breathy moan escaping against his mouth. "Nickolas," I whimper, ...