Clarity

He was relentless, kissing the very life out of her as Amelia found herself instinctively moving with him despite the initial momentary freeze.

His tongue ran across her lips, prying them open before deepening their kiss. Amelia mewled helplessly at his onslaught, her hands pushing at his shoulders, trying to push him away, but it was futile. Matteo was built like a brick wall, and while Amelia was no frail weakling, her attempts to get away were simply inconsequential in the face of Matteo's strength.

And Matteo had no intention of letting her go. His gaze was hungry― no, it was ravenous. His pupils lingered on her face as his hands started to roam down her body. Amelia couldn't stop the startled moan that escaped her lips when one of his hands drifted to her breasts, squeezing it expertly through her shirt. Another hand drifted to her butt, shifting her skirt up to touch the soft unblemished skin of her inner thighs.