I CAN'T BEAR THE SIGHT OF YOUR FACE

Amelia suddenly woke up, her breathing was ragged and she was covered in a thin layer of sweat. She was disorientated from being woken so suddenly, but she remembered the nightmare she had so clearly. She had a dream of that night Katherine was murdered.

So, it was William and Caroline. They killed her. She must inform Dane of this.

How is she going to tell Dane without any evidence?

She looked around the drawing room, standing up from the sofa, Dane was still asleep.

Looking over shoulder, she saw Dane starting to shift, his hand going out towards where she had been on the sofa. His hand was reaching out, seeking her warmth. She detected the shift of muscles in his rounded buttocks. She watched, fascinated at how every movement, how every line of that big body exudes power. And his shaft.

His shaft?

Dane was hardening once more. She was quite sore, of that she could be certain, but Amelia didn't care, just the thought of the pleasure he could give her made her want him again.

Going