Her gasp makes a surge of arousal flood him, and he shudders, cock pulsing inside her. He raises a hand to thread into her hair - thicker than it ever looked when it was pulled back and pinned tight - drawing her back down to his lips. Not quite as careful, this time, the pure need starting to edge in on the awe. But he slowly rolled his hips upward each time she lowered herself, and he swore he felt like he was sliding deeper every time.

He moaned her name into her mouth, completely losing himself in her. In how much he'd needed her - needed this - and how much he'd been denying it--