Amelia heard the sound of her own body breaking. She bit her lip until she tasted the sweetness of blood, then she managed to whisper, "I don't like it here, I prefer somewhere... where I can see…"
Before she finished her sentence, the man had already picked her up and stride up the stairs.
In the bedroom on the second floor, Daniel Cooper placed her on the bed so gently, treating her as if she were a treasure. Just as he was about to turn on the light, his arm was held tight, "Don't turn on the light."
Of course, the man obliged, even if he wished to see her flushed face.
"Alright, I'll do as you wish."
He quickly took off his bathrobe and thrown it aside, then bent down to deliver a kiss.
In the darkness, with her eyes open, Amelia could vaguely see his strong arms supporting his weight on either side of her. His kisses felt like a part of a sacred ceremony each one treasured and filled with tenderness.
Amelia closed her eyes, accepting them with both sweetness and sorrow.
