Page 107 of The Language of Love

His broad, sun-darkened hands looked huge and brutish as they covered her delicate breasts. “You’re so perfect.”

She shivered under his touch, pressing into his palms.

He teased her pebbled nipples, tweaking and pinching them until she became wild. “Ride me, Annis. Make me come,” he ordered, thrusting up into her hard enough that his buttocks lifted off the bed.

Her glorious eyes widened at his vulgar words, and then the most delicious, wicked smile curved her lips.

“Just like a horse,” she said, leaning forward until her hands were on his chest.

He moaned when her fingers grazed one of his nipples.

“Do you like that, too?” she asked, staring down at the puckered brown nub in wonder.

He muttered something incomprehensible as she imitated the tweaking and pinching he’d used on her body earlier.

Annis smiled, looking very pleased with herself.

Henry seized her hips, pulling her down while he thrust up into her. He’d have to teach her about riding him some other day—right now, she was having far too much fun torturing him.

It took a shameful five or six more thrusts before he emptied his aching balls inside her and placed his hands over hers, stilling her nimble fingers while his body spasmed.

When he opened his eyes a few moments later, she was staring down with an expression of triumph.

He smiled lazily. “Look who is pleased with herself.”

She grinned, the expression robbing him of breath. “It’s a beautiful view from up here,” she said. “Like sitting atop a mountain.”

Henry shook with laughter.

“Or a volcano that is about to erupt,” she amended.

“This volcano has had its last eruption for a few hours,” he said, rolling her off him and onto her side, until they lay face-to-face.

He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Will it take ages to untangle?” he asked, dropping his hand to rest on her hip.

“It will take a while,” she admitted. “But it will be easier with two of us to tame it. Grace is very skilled and patient.”

“Good. Because I love seeing it down.”

“Freddie thought I should cut it, but Miles said you would like it long.”

Henry’s hand clenched on her hip, and she frowned.

“Did I do wrong? Would you like me to cut it?” she asked, misunderstanding his jealous spasm—thankfully.

“No, I like it this way,” he said, pleased that he didn’t sound as irritated as he felt.

Was it Avington that she’d given her virginity to?

Thinking about that will not make you a happy man, Henry.

He knew that, but that didn’t mean he could stop himself.

She traced light patterns on his palm before raising his hand to her lips and kissing the tips of his fingers.

Although Henry had just ejaculated for the second time in only a few hours, a bolt of desire shot straight from his fingers to his empty balls.

“Tell me about Stoke, Henry—what is it like? How long shall it take to get there?”