Amelia’s POV
No matter how many times I kissed Damien, I will never in my life be accustomed to it. Every single time feels like the first time, stealing my breath away. My heart pounded hard in my ribcage, a testament of things to come.
My body was already coming to attention like a livewire, and as he dragged his hands up and down my back, it felt as if he was starting to spark a fire within me. How could he not know that my wildfire was already raging?
Maybe he did already know. Maybe he was stretching this out on purpose, either to make it last or tease me. Or both.
This time, as his hands dropped to my waist, he clutched my shirt and clutched it, tugging it as he raised it up and over my head.
We broke in our kissing long enough for my shirt to vanish. When it was gone, his hands
