Amelia Miller lowered her head to button up her clothes, intending to get out of bed.
The man raised his hand and encircled her waist, pulling her back into his arms. Amelia fell onto the man's broad chest, securely locked by his arms.
She lifted her head off his chest, Norton Foster was leaning there, his slightly gloomy eyes fixed on her, then he leaned in and sealed her lips with a kiss.
Amelia gasped, drawn into his domineering kiss. His masculine scent mixed with his own, leaving her inundated.
Such domination, one a young boy would not possess. It was the kind of desire a mature man has for a woman.
Amelia, under his intense assault, shrank a bit. She propped herself up against his chest and turned her head away, her damp lips still marked by his lingering saliva.
"Enough." She furrowed her brows slightly, "Let go of me."
