Amelia’s POV
I was in heaven. Maybe this was a dream, maybe it wasn’t, but in this moment, with Damien thrusting inside of me, making me feel alive again after a dormant few days of feeling undead, all I could think about was him.
I clawed at his back before his hands found mine. Lacing our fingers together, he pressed the backs of my palms down onto the pillow at either side of my head.
His pace never slowed, only hastened.
Never once, did he look away from my eyes.
Faster and deeper, he pushed inside of me. Not wanting him to be alone in this, I bucked my hips when I could, pressing up to meet him, whining whenever he pulled away.
He was big, filling me to the brim each and every time. Gods, it felt so unbelievably good. Each and every time was a new burst of pleasure. Fireworks we
