Page 118 of Painted Truths

"Leave them on."

At my command, she stops her efforts to remove her shoes, but juts her chin out insolently before snaking her hand into my underwear, freeing my hardness into her waiting palm.

I hiss sharply when she squeezes the head of my cock, both of us fixated on my length in her petite hand as she moves in rhythmic tugs.

Planting butterfly kisses all down my chest, she falls to her knees at my feet, her wide ocean blue eyes on mine—the very picture of innocence as she licks me from my balls all the way up my shaft to my oozing slit, where she laps up my precum covetously.

Slamming my palm against the window, I throw my head back, releasing a low moan of approval when she opens her mouth and takes me deep into her throat until I hit the back, making her gag around my rigidness.

Instead of forcing me back out of her mouth, I feel her swallow around the tip of my cock, drawing me in further until a slight pop that I can feel more than hear allows me to bury myself balls deep in her divine mouth.

A shiver runs the length of my spine, settling with a glowing heat in my balls, making them draw up, sending a shot of precum down her slim neck.

Removing one hand from the glass, I softly place my palm around her throat, feeling her hum deep inside her chest.

"I can feel my cock right here, Peach. Fuuuuuuck! You're absolutely spectacular, baby."

Her wide-eyed, trusting gaze finds mine as I pick up the pace, my hand feeling the movements deep in her throat only adding to my pleasure.

Several slow thrusts later, and I'm in danger of finishing this way too quickly.

Pulling myself from her mouth, I swipe my thumb across her chin, cleaning the excess saliva before pulling her to standing with her chin firmly gripped between my forefinger and my thumb.

I pillage her mouth with a passion bordering on violence until she is sobbing into my mouth.

"Please, Henry, oh please. I need you."

I spin her body around, pinning her nakedness to the glass with my bare chest pressed to her back. Then I nip roughly at the tender spot on her neck, my hardness between her peachy derriere, making her squirm against me deliciously.

The city is laid out right at our feet, a combination of dark and light as far as our eyes can see.

"Everything you see before you, Peaches. Everything, baby. Every. Single. Fucking. Thing. It could wither and perish into oblivion and still, my heart would beat because of you."

Her whole being convulses at my words, even as I know words don't compare with how I feel for this beautiful woman who fills me with her vivacity, her awe-inspiring light in the face of all obstacles.

"For you."

Gently nudging her feet apart so that I can run my engorged head through her silky folds, her moans of anticipation exhilarate me.

Leaning closer to her ear, my breath runs across the shell, causing goosebumps to rise in its wake.

"Always for you."

Thrusting forward on my final word, I seat myself fully within her warmth as my growl of possession mingles with her gasp of pleasure.

"And now, I'm going to take what's mine. What will only ever be mine."

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Olivia

All oxygen is pushed from my lungs when Henry draws back and penetrates my wet heat with a force I didn't know was possible.

And I fucking love it.

My hot centre clasps tightly around his hardness as he moves inside of me at speed, hitting parts of myself I had read about but had never dreamt were real outside of my romance novels.

It takes no more than thirty seconds, thirty-five at a push, before I'm coming and coming hard all over his cock.