Page 33 of Wild Ever After
His control was near to snapping and he knew by the tension in her body that she was, too. Even after a year apart, he knew her signs and signals like he knew his own name.
“Yesss…” she hissed. “Yes, yes, yes… Please, Sir. Please… Please let me come…”
“You’ve missed begging, haven’t you?”
“I h-have… Please…”
“How could I resist that? So pretty. So sweet, so desperate…” He thought to tease her more by making her choose between her orgasm and his cock, but he was afraid his cock would find a way to murder him if he so much as uttered a word.
With hard thrusts and one hand braced against one of her thighs, he let go of her clit and she screamed through the release, through the vice like clutching of his cock by her vaginal muscles, through the jerking of his hips as he emptied his come inside her.
Harry kept all his sounds buried. He wanted to groan and curse, but he wanted to hear only her. He wanted her sounds. They were like music to his ears and he could listen to that particular symphony for the rest of his life.
Lucky for him, he’d get to do just that.
