Amelia’s POV
Damien kissed me like a drowning man searching for air, and in this moment, I was the same. I combed my fingers through his hair, then I gripped at his shoulders, trying with my fingers and my legs to hold him as close as physically possible. His body was already pressed against me, roughly holding me to the tree.
It still didn’t feel like enough. I wanted him inside of me, for us to be one as I screamed his name.
“Damien,” I whined as he paused for breath.
He reached between us and undid buckle and zipper. Tugging down his pants, his d**k came free. It was already hard, jutting into the bottom of my thigh.
My thigh that was still frustratingly clothed.
“Help me with your pants,” he growled against my lips. “Or I will rip them off of you.”
“Rip them,” I said impatiently
