Amelia woke up with low grunts. Every part of her body arched. Last night was both hell and heaven. She thought she had fucking died last night.
No single bone in her body worked. After their first orgasms last night, Cullen refused to grant her another easy one. She had to beg for every release she was granted and the more she begged, the harder he drove into her.
Amelia turned to the other side of the bed and higher her knees to her chest. She pushed closer to Cullen's side of the bed and inhaled his faint lingering scent with low tired moans.
She had seen him dress up for work earlier. She was unable to part her eyes to speak to him but that did not stop him from giving her little of his time.
He had moved over to her side of the bed and kissed every inch of her face and neck before lying beside her. Gently, he affectionately wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her closer to himself.