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Amelia's pov

Those words had migrated out of my mouth before I could even stop them and think. Not that I was thinking clearly, to begin with. It's hard enough that I'm feeling his body under me, harder now that he doesn't think twice to do as I requested.

As our lips mold fire runs through my body. I hate that I cling to him, I hate that such a simple touch from him has me going insane. He nipped, sucked and groaned, urging me to open my mouth.

But instead, I wanted the reigns. He'd do what I say.

I don't let him, burying my fingers in his hair and latching on his lower lip to suck. He taste like mint and something sweet, maybe that was our mix. An addicting combination that burst on our tongues.

He gripped my hips hard, his fingers digging into my flesh. I hiss, biting his lower lip in warning that his touch would escalate things further. My fingers tangle in his wet hair, sliding as I grip them for dear life.

He likes it, he loves it as he groaned loudly.

There's no denying th