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He had no control anymore. He wanted her. He needed her.
Henry pulled at her shirt, yanking it off. Kirsten grabbed at his shirt, throwing it onto the floor. He pulled her back, undoing her bra.
Her breasts fell out, and he fondled her, taking her soft skin into his hands. She gasped, leaning into his touch.
Kissing her neck, he hoisted her off the couch and pulled her towards the door. He threw her bra away as they headed down the hallway. Her lips never left his.
He kicked his bedroom door open, and they tumbled inside. Her heat radiated into his skin. He growled into her ear, desperate to move forward.
As they tumbled onto the bed, he took her in. He looked at her tanned skin and her long black hair that now fell all over his sheets. He looked at her breasts and how hard her nipples were. He took in the way her stomach dipped, and her hips widened.
She pulled a hand up, pulling his lips back to hers. He grabbed at her pants, yanking them clear off as he slid a hand down her stomach. Her moans grew louder the closer he came to her center.
Deftly, he slid a finger into her, feeling how wet she was. She bit his lower lip as his thumb rolled up onto her clit. Her head tilted back, and she gasped.
Henry fingered her, listening as she moaned under his touch. And when he couldn’t stand it any longer, he pulled his hand up and tasted her. Her eyes filled with lust as she watched, and he slid his pants off.
His cock sprang out, hard and long, and she took him in. He rubbed circles onto her thigh, pulling her near the edge of the bed.
Their lips crashed together once more, parting as the kiss deepened. He wanted to taste everything she had to offer.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to live without you. God, you drive me crazy.
He ran his hand over his cock, watching her eyes. He hovered closer, slowly sliding into her.
She was tight, and she moaned into his ear. He slowly, carefully moved to fill her. He tasted her, from her lips down to her breasts, leaving little marks as he went.
“Oh God, Henry,” she moaned his name, driving him closer to the end.
“You feel so fucking amazing.”
She nodded her head, her fingers tightening on his shoulder. “Oh God, deeper, Henry. Please.”
He sped up, thrusting as deep as he could. He was on cloud nine, and he fully intended it to last him all night.
ELEVEN
KIRSTEN
Kirsten woke up to the warmth of soft kisses. She sighed as Henry’s lips continued their conquest, reigniting the passion he had stirred the night before. At every meeting, Kirsten felt herself falling, defenseless against her most carnal desires.
A high-pitched cry broke through her mind’s descent, pulling her back into reality. Henry slid off the bed, giving her a wink before making his way to the nursery to heed his daughter’s call.
Returning with Zara, Henry began to change her diaper. Kirsten watched, curious to see how much this once clueless man had learned. Henry expertly cleaned her, even remembering to apply a generous amount of diaper cream to prevent a rash. He secured her small, wiggling body into a fresh one before popping a warm bottle into her mouth.
Kirsten felt a tug in her chest as she watched Henry doting on his daughter. Carefully cradling her in his powerful arms, he studied her as she drank her bottle. Henry’s body swayed in a smooth figure 8, careful to move just enough to comfort her without jostling her.
He loved being a father, Kirsten thought, a small smile shadowing her lips. Despite how much he worked or the odd disappearances he tended to have, Henry was one of the good ones.
Once Zara was finished, Henry brought her over to the bed, laying her down between them before he started to play peekaboo with her. Zara squealed, reaching for her father as excitement filled her small frame. She held her father’s face, and Henry melted into the contact. His green eyes illuminated with more joy than she’d seen since she first arrived at the mansion.
The first seeds of adoration had sprouted, watered by the unconditional care he gave his daughter. The mystery that was Henry deepened as the picture Kirsten created of him began to crack.
Kirsten was entranced by the scene. The hollow longing she carried with her thumped dully somewhere inside of her. It ached to be filled, sewn into the radiance of this moment.
After years of being alone, Kirsten started to wonder if there was a happy ending for her. Then, by design or fate, the world had brought Zara into her arms. The second the infant had snuggled into her chest, her heart was captured. Zara’s presence had filled her, carrying with it a sense of belonging that fueled Kirsten’s maternal instincts.
Kirsten fought to imagine the type of woman that would leave her child, regardless of how she felt about the father. How could you walk away from the precious gift that a child is and never once look back?
