Amelia wasn't sure if it was due to lack of oxygen from the kiss, but she felt a bit dizzy.
Even those originally dirty and base words seemed to become sexy and captivating when spoken through his lips.
This man, with his cold exterior, had never restrained his passion in front of her.
Watching him gradually lose control for her was once her proudest accomplishment.
His thin lips continued to kiss her, exuding a unique brisk taste mixed with a faint tobacco scent, whispering softly to her.
"Do you know, for so many nights, I got drunk just to dream about holding you tightly like this…"
"In those dreams, I hold you and kiss you, entwining endlessly, but when I wake up, I'm left with endless emptiness…"
"After that, I started to hate dreaming, but I still yearned for it, yearning to see you in my dreams - like drinking poison to quench my thirst, repeating in a cycle of pain, Amy…"
