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I just need more.
I slide both hands to his ass and squeeze. He thankfully takes the hint. His thrusts gain force and speed, making me moan. This is what I’ve ached for. Warmth. Security.
“I don’t ever want to lose you,” I whisper into his neck.
“Not going anywhere.” He kisses me slowly without losing his rhythm.
Every stroke makes me crave him more, but it’s the tenderness infused with his passion that does me in. Moaning, I clutch his back and flex my hips to meet him thrust for thrust. My insides coil tighter as the fire he started rages through me. Every part of me—mind, body, and soul—converge in a river of need. Then he reaches between us to massage my clit.
It only takes a second for me to explode.
“Henry.”I arch off the bed as I come, dragging my nails down his back. Pleasure floods my system, and the wails coming out of me don’t sound like me at all.
“I love hearing you come,” he growls into my ear.
“I love you.” The statement leaves my lips before I can stop it.
Henry slams into me a few more times instead of responding. His body suddenly tenses, then he releases a guttural groan and fists the bed sheets. “Oh, fuck, baby. I’m coming.” He drives his cock into me, again and again, giving me all he’s got. Then he collapses on top of me in a heap.
“You’re crushing me.”
“Sorry.” He rolls to his side, pulling me with him, so my head lies on his heaving chest. “Better?”
“Much,” I say with a blissful sigh, snuggling closer.
Henry kisses my forehead and gently runs his fingers through my hair. The act makes my eyelids flutter. He keeps stroking me, his warmth and steady breathing like a wordless lullaby.
As sleep overtakes me, I swear I can hear him whisper, “I feel it too.”
25
HENRY
Mood Music: “Lose Control” by Teddy Swims
Rowan waltzesinto the kitchen wearing my shirt and nothing else. Her bare legs conjure images of them wrapped around me last night. How she pulled me closer, deeper, with every thrust.
My dick twitches, and I shift position, forcing my thoughts in another direction. I need to let the woman wake up before I ravage her again. “Morning, Princess.”
“Good morning. I can’t believe you let me sleep until eleven.”
“You obviously needed it.” I gesture to the stove. “I made breakfast. Although it’s brunch at this point.”
She widens her eyes as she plops onto a stool at the island. “You cook?”
I chuckle at the disbelief in her voice. “I’m no Iron Chef, but yeah, I can cook a little. My mother made sure of it because she didn’t want me to be one of those helpless idiots who makes his wife do everything. Not that it mattered much to my wife.” I clear my throat. “Anyway, I hope you like omelets.”
“I love them.” She motions to the single cup brewer. “Did you see I bought you coffee pods?”
“Yes. Thank you. I need that shit to function.” I fix her a plate and set it in front of her. “You want tea?”
“In a little bit, thanks.” She bites into her omelet. “Wow.”
“Good?”
“Delicious.” She finishes chewing and peers up at me. “What would you like to do today? We can binge something on Netflix if you want. Or I can give you a tour of the main house.”
“Actually, I have something planned.” I feel the Cheshire cat smile curving my lips. I’ve been plotting her surprise for days.
