Her trembling thighs. The moment he had entered her for the first time, terrified of hurting her and undone by the way she opened around him. She had been tight, impossibly soft. Every hungry, lonely part of him had found a home inside her body.
Henry dragged a hand over his face. "Damnation," he breathed. He looked down at himself beneath the sheets. His cock was hard, straining beneath the linen.
Wonderful.
He shifted under the coverlet. Perhaps he could relieve himself quickly before she returned. A crude solution, certainly, but a practical one. His hand slipped beneath the sheets, then under the loose linen of his drawers. His fingers closed around his cock, hot and already slick at the tip from wanting her too much.
