Just as Amelia was about to struggle, her arms were easily twisted behind her back by him, controlled by one of his large palms.
His other hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her towards him, their bodies pressing tightly together.
Unable to resist, she could only endure it, thinking it's just a kiss, not like she hadn't kissed before.
But she found his body getting hotter and hotter, his breathing labored, his heartbeat pounding against her heart through their clothes, gradually making her head spin.
"Your legs are so beautiful, so white, dazzlingly white..."
He whispered in her ear during a break in her gasps for breath.
The next second, not waiting for her to speak, he kissed her again.
He didn't know how long they had been kissing, but it was only when she was kissed to the point of oxygen deprivation and her body went limp that he released her wrists, gripping her waist and lifting her onto the desk, his narrow hips prying her legs apart.
