Amelia, though annoyed by his actions, ultimately remained cautious of his injuries and let him engulf her in a prolonged kiss without restraint.
Her breath stolen, and bent over in her posture, she quickly found herself gasping for air, and the man's other hand began to wander inappropriately.
Amelia tried to push him away several times, but each time she applied a bit of force, she nervously held back, not wanting to hurt him. It seemed like an eternity before she felt his grip relax a little, and she quickly took the opportunity to straighten up. But just as she did, her waist was suddenly embraced, and she found herself falling directly onto him.
Despite her quick reaction to brace herself with one hand on the bed, half her weight still pressed down on his chest. His breathing deepened suddenly near her ear, followed by a muffled groan.
She immediately panicked, scrambling up in a flurry and glancing nervously over his body, "How are you? Did I press on your wound...?"
