What is he doing?
Theodore shouldn’t have taken her hand, shouldn’t have entered her room, and most importantly, shouldn’t have his lips pressed onto hers.
“Move them,” Amelia whispered against him, taunting him. “Move them, Theo.”
He groaned and tugged his lower lip on hers. His hands moved on their own accord as well, clinging onto her waist as if he is mustering strength from her. He caught his breath when she felt her tongue on him. He was about to pull away but Amelia did not let him, keeping him still by her arms around his neck.
“This is how you should kiss, husband,” she said then trailed down her tongue to his chin. “Not just a petty peck.”
Shutting his eyes, he willingly let Amelia lower her kisses down to his neck, and all the while her hands work to take off his shirt. He
