He groans and captures my mouth again, and this kiss is filthy—all tongue and teeth and raw need. He's on me again, spinning me around and walking me backward until my knees hit themattress. We tumble down together, and his weight settling over me feels like coming home.
"This shirt needs to come off," he says, already pushing it up.
I help him pull it over my head, and when he sees me bare beneath it, he swears under his breath. He lowers his head and takes one into his mouth, and I arch off the bed with a cry. His tongue works over the sensitive peak while his hand kneads the other breast, and the dual sensation has me writhing beneath him.
"You like that?" he asks, switching to the other side.
"Yes! Fuck!"
"Good. Because I'm going to spend a lot of time on these." He sucks hard, and I gasp. "Gonna mark you up so you remember who you belong to."
The possessiveness in his voice makes me clench with need. "Henry, please—"
"You want my hand in your panties?" He traces the edge of the fabric, so close to where I need him. "Want my fingers inside you?"
"Yes, god, yes—"
He yanks my panties down my legs and tosses them aside, then spreads my thighs wide. "Look at you. Already so wet for me."
I'm too turned on to be embarrassed. "Please—"
"Shh. I've got you." He slides one finger through my folds, and I whimper. "Fuck, you're soaked. This all for me?" He circles my clit slowly, watching my face. "That's my girl. Gonna make you feel so good."
When he slides two fingers inside me, I cry out and arch into his hand. He works me, using his fingers to hit that spot inside me while his thumb works my clit.
"That's it," he murmurs. "Ride my hand. Show me how much you want it."
I'm already close, pleasure coiling tight in my belly, but then he stops. I make a sound of protest, and he grins wickedly.
"Not yet. I want to taste you first."
He settles between my thighs, and the first swipe of his tongue has me gasping. He licks me slowly, thoroughly, like he's savoring every taste.
"So fucking sweet," he groans against me. "I could do this for hours."
His tongue circles my clit, then he sucks it into his mouth, and I have to clamp a hand over my mouth to muffle my scream. He pulls back immediately.
"No." He catches my wrist and pins it beside my head. "I want to hear you. Want to hear every sound you make when I'm making you come."
"But Lilliana—"
"Is all the way in the main house with white noise on. She can't hear anything. So be as loud as you want." He emphasizes his point by sucking hard on my clit.
I cry out, loud and shameless, and he makes a satisfied sound.
"That's better." He goes back to work with renewed enthusiasm, his tongue working me over while his fingers pump in and out. "Come for me, Maren. Want to feel you fall apart on my tongue."
The filthy words combined with the perfect rhythm of his mouth push me over the edge. I come with a sharp cry, my thighs clamping around his head as waves of pleasure crash through me.
He doesn't stop. He works me through it and keeps going, building me right back up until I'm trembling and oversensitive and desperate.
"Good girl," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses to my inner thigh. "So good for me."
When he crawls back up my body, I can taste myself on his mouth when he kisses me. It should be dirty, wrong, but it just makes me want him more.
"I need you inside me," I tell him. "Right now."
"Demanding." But he's already standing to strip off his jeans. "I like it."
