Amelia was having the most sinful wet dream ever when she woke up disorientated to something soft pressed against her lips ardently.
Realizing she was being kissed by god knows who, she tried to struggle and was about to slap the offender when he put some distance between them, thus freeing her mouth, and told her, “It is I, my sweet Amelia.”
The voice was soothing, reassuring and she recognized it immediately.
“Liam,” she breathed out, awfully aware of the way her legs shook from both fear and excitement.
“Yes, my love?”
Her heart almost skipped a beat at the tender tone in his voice. How could she resist this man? Hell, did she really need to? Another part of her argued.
“What are you doing here?” She asked, somehow genuinely curious… but deep down, she was only stalling, dela
