CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
HENRY
He could feel his hand beginning to shake as he held her gorgeous face in his hands. Her fiery red hair, streaming down her shoulders, and in her mess, a beautiful disaster. Her ocean-blue eyes could hold him in that moment forever, or any moment really. They were stunning, mystical, and captivating.
Thankfully, though, she smiled at him. Any hesitation she had evaporated into a sweet smile, something else that could hold him in the moment forever. She reached up and pulled at his head, bringing his lips closer to linger over her plump deliciousness.
“Henry,” she breathed. “I love you too. More than I could ever find the words for.”
Fireworks went off inside Henry’s heart and mind. He had never felt such happiness in his entire life. He didn’t know what to do with his hands besides pulling his beloved in tight to him, hoping and wishing she could blend into his body as one.
They embraced silently on top of the roof, breathing in each other’s scent and aura. Henry ran his hands all over her body, touching, gently caressing, while she did the same on his naked skin. He began kissing her neck while she moaned, frantically needing every inch of her. When he got to her jaw and lingered over her lips, her breathing was heaving, so low and sexy.
“Oh wait,” he said, pulling away. “How’s your mother. Did Phil hurt her?”
Olivia shook her head. “He agreed to not harm her if I came up here with him.”
Terror raced through Henry’s blood as he remembered seeing the knife in Phil’s hand. He wanted to scream that she’d nearly gotten herself killed. But he knew she would do anything to protect her only living parent. He couldn’t fault her for that. But still…
“Take me home, Henry,” she whispered. “Take me home and make love to me.”
How did he manage to find this wildly sexy woman in his arms, pledging her love to him for all of eternity?
There was no point in questioning it anymore. All he knew was that he loved and adored her, and he would do anything for her until the end of his days.
Henry scooped her into his arms, making her gasp and giggle. He kissed her forehead, so warm and fragrant, then murmured to her with a raised eyebrow.
“Hold on tight, my little vixen,” he said.
Olivia leaned into his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck while Henry proceeded to run down the stairs through the center of the apartment building. She winced slightly as he crashed through the entrance doors at the very bottom. He kissed her again, feeling her hands around his head and pulling him in tightly. Her mouth was so lively with passion and vigor. He couldn’t wait to get her home and comfortable.
Henry proceeded to run through the streets as Olivia continued to kiss along his jawline, his neck, and his chest. He had never been so full of energy, so bursting with desire and love. He didn’t care if he was completely naked, running through the busy streets. It was dark and mostly deserted anyway. All he wanted to do was get home with his mate and show her how much she really meant to him.
He hammered through the streets, finally arriving at her apartment building. He found it easier to climb up the fire escape to her third-story balcony, with Olivia giggling and grasping onto his neck as he went. She was a spectacular woman, and beyond anything he ever felt he deserved.
When they finally made it inside, Henry immediately fell to his knees. Their breathing was a frenzy, with Henry pulling at her jeans and Olivia running her hands through his hair as his mouth found her hot, wet center.
“Mmm, baby,” Henry moaned.
He backed her to the couch, and she plopped herself down. He ripped her jeans off her ankles, and she immediately spread her legs for him. Her arousal was sweet, and he wasted no time burying himself between her thighs.
Olivia threw her head back against the couch as he traced the inside of her thighs with his tongue, then arrived at the depths of her beautiful pussy. He shoved his tongue in deep, making her entire body quiver as he went all the way up to her pulsing clit.
“Oh, fuck, Henry!” She whimpered his name.
Sitting between Olivia’s legs was Henry’s favorite place to be. Being at the helm of her pleasure, worshiping her in every way imaginable, made him feel like he had finally found his place in the world. He thought about that sculpture made by Stephen Singing, Adoration, where the man is depicted sitting at the woman’s legs and kissing them desperately.
That was how he felt with the cool wind from the balcony door they had left open, the chaos of the street suctioned away from them. He was adoring her with his mouth and hands, every way she would ever need.
He suckled at her clit. He licked her up and down, playing with her folds, watching her move in response to his touch. Her fingers tangled in his hair. The sound of her moaning was a melodious orchestra to Henry.
“Put your fingers inside me,” Olivia moaned.
Henry briefly looked up at his beloved and saw how feverish her blue orbs were. They stood out in the room like rare jewels, ones he wished he could swallow up along with the rest of her.
“Your wish is my command,” Henry whispered over her quivering yearning.
He did as she asked, bringing two fingers to her core and slipping them easily inside. She felt like velvet as he began stroking her, then wrapped his lips around her clit.