The man's voice was heavy with breath, raspy in her ear, "If you don't take care of it, and won't let me take care of it myself, do you really want me to become useless, huh?"
Amelia was pinned down by her head for a kiss while one hand was caught by the man's burning, hot palm, forcefully guiding it in a certain direction, all the while softly cajoling, "Considering how much I love you, have a heart for your man, will you?"
The tone seemed like pleading, seductive, but mostly bewitching.
Amelia felt her cheeks instantly ignite, then the blaze spread like wildfire, quickly reaching her ears, down to her neck... The burning made her breath quiver, her fingers tremble, and then traveled along the nerves of her fingers straight to her heart.
