Amelia's entire body was on fire.
Her chest heaved with each ragged breath, her large breasts jiggling with the movement, her nipples stiff and aching beneath the fabric of her dress.
A deep, throbbing need pulsed between her thighs, her pussy still clenching around nothing, desperate for relief. Her legs trembled so violently she had to brace herself against the wall just to stay upright.
What… what was that?
Her mind, usually so sharp, so calculating, was a haze of lust and confusion. She had never lost control like this.
With just a kiss, Davi had reduced her to a trembling, whimpering mess. And yet, here she was, her panties soaked, her skin flushed, her body still thrumming with unspent pleasure.
She swallowed hard, forcing air back into her lungs as she tried to steady herself. "Get it together, girl…" she murmured to herself.
If Davi had forced her then and there, she would have no way of thinking rationally or regaining her composure, but he didn't even move.
