She breathed in the sharp scent of their joining, and the odor, coupled with the hard length of his body atop hers, made her strangely restless. He brushed his lips against her forehead, stretching himself fully over her. But she knew what was missing-it was that sharp rush of pleasure he’d introduced to her once. She felt empty without him, and strangely incomplete. He groaned, long and low, and something hot and liquid spurted onto her thigh.Įmpty. His movements quickened, intensified, became more focused.īefore she could react, he withdrew completely. She could feel the desperation building in him. It came from inside, a voracious fire that demanded more and more fuel. He still burned her, but the sensation was different.
It couldn’t be when each surge drove her body to seek greater and greater heights. Not uncomfortable, precisely, but neither was it comfortable. His initial entry had pinched and burned, but the pain had quickly dissipated to turn into this experience of being filled completely. It lurked somewhere in the haze, elusive and tantalizing. Henrietta arched into his thrusts, striving toward that peak he’d shown her with his fingers. But in this moment, when he was buried inside her, driving her onward, hearing her moan and sigh, feeling her clench about him, he wanted that lifetime. He could spend the rest of his life making it up to her, and it wouldn’t be enough.
He owed her all that and more for what he’d done.
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