Just how deep did his feelings for her run?
It wasn't until he had her completely that he finally understood what it meant to be whole.
A resonance from the depths of his soul seemed to scream in his ear, urging him never to let go of her hand.
Especially when she looked at him with those tear-filled eyes. They were clearly meant to be accusatory, yet they were utterly bewitching.
"Amelia, don't look at me like that. I won't be able to stand it," Ethan Quinn fought to suppress the wild thoughts in his mind, leaning down to whisper in her ear.
Amelia Lockhart nearly rolled her eyes at him, but she didn't even have the strength for that.
'Who was the one who'd just been put through hell? She was hurting; wasn't she even allowed to glare at him?'
As if sensing her resentment, Ethan Quinn smiled, his mood lifting. His voice was like a gentle caress. "Only you can make me lose control."
He had been gentle and careful at first.
But then he'd gradually lost control.
