The world dissolved into a dizzying blur of sensations. Killian's lips were a whirlwind against mine, his tongue a teasing dance inside my mouth. I responded instinctively, my hands roaming across his back, tracing the contours of his muscles, memorizing how his skin felt against mine.
He groaned a low, guttural sound that resonated deep within me, fueling the fire that blazed within. His hands moved with a practiced ease, tracing the familiar curves of my body, sending shivers down my spine. I arched into his touch, his name a breathless whisper as I begged for more, for him to claim me entirely.
"You are so beautiful, Amelia," he murmured, his voice husky with longing as he pulled away from my lips, his mouth descending to the sensitive skin of my neck.
