But Amelia's heart wasn't the slightest bit afraid. If he were in good health, she'd have no chance against him, but now he was hobbling on one leg, and his body was covered in wounds big and small. No matter how terrifying he tried to look, he was nothing but a sickly figure, and she wasn't afraid of him at all.
So she reached out and fiddled around again.
The man, already burning with intense desire, felt his blood rush to his head, and he longed to simply tear the bandages binding his hands and feet and pull her over to give her a thorough lesson.
After an on-and-off entanglement for over a decade, how could Amelia fail to understand the emotions in his eyes? She let out a cold snort, her eyes brazenly sweeping his body twice before five fingers gently touched his chest. She didn't press down, just grazed his skin with her nails, circling slowly as though tickling him.
