AMELIA
My heart stuttered for a second as I smelled his perfume and felt the sheets slowly peel off me.
"Damian," I whispered because we were in the dark, and it seemed only fitting to whisper in the dark. "How- when did you get in here?"
My last word ended in a groan as I felt him plant a burning kiss on my back. I tried to turn, but his body was pressed against my back.
"Sssh," he whispered.
Damian swept the sheets onto the floor. His hands slid underneath my nightie. He wrapped one hand around my waist, and the other made its way to knead my breasts. He tugged on my n*****s and rubbed them between his fingers.
"Damian... please..." I moaned.
"Hush now," Damian murmured, his lips close to my ear.
This was torture: the constant mood swings, the attitude he gave me and the un
