Chapter 23 : Sex in the Woods
His mouth covered Amelia's and he swept her up into the kind of kiss that stopped her from breathing.
If Julian was a slow burn, Nathan was a match in gasoline.
He held her face firmly in his hands, breathing her in like she was oxygen. He was dizzying, lips consuming her in his blaze. His hands moved from her face to her waist, gripping her like she was his most valuable possession.
Amelia kissed him back, drawing in ragged breaths like someone recovering from a near drowning. And she was drowning, drowning in Nathan as he seemed to swallow her whole. He was relentless, nipping at her bottom lip and grabbing at her ass. It didn't feel harsh, or loveless, just possessive. She was his. She was his, and he never wanted her to forget it.
When his mouth moved to her neck, he bit down on it. Amelia was sure it would leave a mark, but she didn't care. She might have to borrow one of his turtlenecks to cover it up, but that wouldn't be so bad.