I crawled to him, for in that moment I was broken. I couldn’t deny the part of me that longed for him anymore. His face was a work of art, his body beneath his black uniform a sculpture that many would envy, and his scent was the most wonderful thing I’d ever smelled. I needed to touch him, to feel him, to be a part of him. Nothing else would do.

I didn’t want to be subjugated by him, I wanted to be him. I wanted him to be me. He watched, his finger on my lips, as I pulled the shirt from the waist of his pants. I wanted to tear the buttons from the shirt with a violent rip, but I undid each one slowly. My fingers trembled as I reached the last one and opened the panels. I rose on my knees, our faces only centimeters apart, and pushed the fabric from his shoulders. I felt the silk of his skin through my sensitive fingertips and closed my eyes. His skin was so soft.

I’d never been intimate with a man before, I’d always been too focused on learning, playing, and then I’d become ill. It wasn’t a religious choice or a choice based on morals, I’d just never taken the time to feel desire for anyone before. Now, it wasn’t a choice to feel desire, but it was a choice to act on it. I felt a smile dance along my lips when I glanced up at his eyes before I slid my hands over the hills of hard muscles of his chest, down his rib cage, along his narrow waist, over a flat, but hard abdomen. The muscles there popped and made ridges for my fingers to climb.

Every inch of him was perfect, even the area on his right side where a long, thin scar interrupted the smoothness. I looked at him with a quirked brow, and he smiled.

“A fight with a wolf a long time ago. It was much longer, but it healed well.” I wondered just how old he was but decided to ask later. Right now, I wanted to explore Henry’s body. Later, I would ask questions. The need to feel more of him against me—his naked skin against mine—overwhelmed me, and I swiftly pulled my own top from my body.

A twist and a flick of my index finger released my bra and I threw it behind me. Henry watched me, his breath steady until I removed the black lace. Then he began to breathe much quicker, and his eyes dropped. I pulled up his hands and placed them over the globes that more than filled his hands.

“Touch me, Henry. Make this pain go away.” It was a plea, but also a directive. This is what I wanted. No more indecision, no more fighting with myself. My dragon hunter self could fuck right off, I wanted Henry far more.

The real Henry, the one who’d offered comfort and release, not the bragging little douche he’d originally presented himself as. The man who gave me solace, who asked me to play music for him, who told me it soothed his inner animal. I needed this god of perfection before me.

My eyes closed when his palms engulfed my breasts, but they flew open again when his fingers trapped my dark red nipples. Pleasure coursed from the tips all the way down to my... there. I felt my cheeks flame, and he smiled a smile so dirty my down there twinged again.

“Does that make your pussy pulse, Willow?” Oh, he didn’t know who Beethoven was, but he knew our naughty words for our private parts? That made my lips quirk. “Of course I know those words, Willow, who do you think invented them?” His smirk was raw sexiness, but his words made me tense.

I narrowed my eyes at him, can you read my mind? I thought the words, but he smiled before he looked into my eyes.

Of course I can read your thoughts, Willow. You’re my mate.

How wide can your eyes go? Mine tested the limits as I heard his voice in my head for the first time. How long? I asked. He didn’t even have the grace to look guilty when he answered.

Since we met. You’d have heard me long before now, but you were too frightened to allow it.

I squinted again. I’m not afraid, I hated who you showed me in the beginning. There was no way I’d have ever been attracted to that man.

He looked disgruntled at that but gave a twitch of his eyes as he thought at me once more. I suppose you were right to hate him. That isn’t me. At all.

Then who are you, Henry? Show me?

There was no way for me to turn back now, this was going to happen. Good thing I didn’t want anything else. I tilted my head and waited, my eyes wide as he looked me over. Would this be as good as my body promised it would be? Would this hold up to the promise of those romance novels I’d read on the sly? Would he rock my world and make me beg for more?

“All of that, and more, Willow.” He didn’t need to speak but did anyway.

I didn’t want to wait anymore, so I didn’t waste time with a response. I pulled his face to mine and bent backward to bring him over me. I hissed in a breath when his hot skin crushed against my nipples, and sighed when his hips cradled between my thighs. That’s what I needed. Pressure there, on that spot every book I’d read called my clit. The place only I’d ever touched before.

His lips dragged against mine, sucked at them as his hand pulled my right leg up to move my center tightly to his. I rocked my hips and gasped his name when a bolt of wonder shocked through me.

“You’re going to make yourself come before I even get your pants off, Willow. Greedy girl.” He spoke the words against the corner of my mouth before he nipped at my lip playfully. Then he thrust his cotton-covered cock into my pulsing core and I forgot how to breathe.

“More...” I gasped the word against his cheek as he glanced down to where our bodies pressed together. “I want more, Henry.”

“And you’ll get it, Willow, in good time. If you want your world to turn upside down, you’ll have to wait for it. Flames burn hotter when you build a promising base, right?” His fingers traced down my jaw, over my collarbone, and down to a nipple that twisted into a tight bud when his fingers closed over it.

“Henry...” His name was a breath, it was pleasure spoken, and I gave myself up to him completely. I didn’t care what he did, how long it took, I just wanted him to make me feel. I’d spent so long locked inside of my own dying body, and now I felt alive again. I wanted to feel life, to experience it. I didn’t want to just witness the world around me, I wanted to be a part of it.

His hands traveled down to the curve of my waist and his head followed. That’s when his lips closed over a tip burnished dark red from my desire. His hands steadied my hips, easing their bucking as I lost the ability to control my own body. He guided them into a rhythm that wasn’t familiar, or even artful, but it was seductive. It felt seductive, and right, as we pressed together, over and over, close then apart. His lips tugged at the nipple in his mouth, hard, on the edge of pain, before he left it to find the other.

His hands grasped at me, guided me, as he thrust into my center still covered by my pants. I followed his guidance and my body began to feel like liquid swelling in a lava lamp. In places it bulged, in others, it thinned out to a breaking point. I began to pant—something was about to happen, something was about to break.

“Willow.” He gasped my name against my nipple before he sucked at it, hard, and broke through the edge that fell into pain. It was so good, though, it made me feel and it was so good. Something broke apart within me as he bit at the bud, something that didn’t give a fuck, and exploded in a pulse of black that blinded me to everything. The world ripped apart and became the two places he touched, my nipple and my center.

It wasn’t just my clit, my walls gulped for him as pleasure rocked me, and I knew that I’d come even harder once he was inside of me. For now, it didn’t matter, and a growl escaped me as he continued to torment me. Another wave broke over me, and I gasped again. My hands clenched in the quilt my mother had made for me, and my feet dug into the bed to match the thrust of his hips against mine.

I wanted music, I wanted something that matched what I felt, and sighed when I heard a sound unlike anything I’d ever heard before. Henry thought of a song from his own land, a sound that made my body respond as equally as his touch did. That’s what finished me off at last and I was gone, into the void again, only this time that void was white, a negative reversed.

And I still had my pants on!

The world came back into focus eventually, and I looked down my own body. We were still clothed! I gave him a grin that was tired yet filled with wonder. “That was just so...”

“Extra?” he asked, with that cocky grin in place once more.

I laughed, I couldn’t help it. “Where did you hear that?”

“I saw it on something called a social network. It seems right for the moment.”

“Yeah, it is.” I laughed quietly, more out of shock. Yeah, he’d rocked my world.

“Shall we turn it upside down now?”

“Yes, please.” I could see him through the dark curtain of my eyelashes and smiled. Mom was out for the night, we had hours of alone time together. I wanted to find out how much more “extra” he could make me feel.

“Get those pants off.” He growled the word against my stomach as he moved down, then stood up. He kicked off his boots, and then slid his pants away.

“Whoa.” That was going to hurt.

“What?” He looked down to the spot where my eyes were glued. “It’s just my dick.”

“Yeah, but, whoa. Are all men built like that in your world?” I eyed him, not sure how he was still conscious. If all of his blood was in that huge dick, then he must be light-headed.

“I’m actually on the average side in my world. Are your men so small that this is huge for you?” He looked down uncertainly, his left eyebrow crooked.

“You are not small. Not in any way. Fuck.” I reached out for him and he moved onto the bed. He came up beside me, and I took him in my hand.

I’ll never be able to take all of this, I thought, and heard him laugh. “We’ll take it slow, princess. You’ll take it all. You’re a slayer, you can take anything my world can give you.”

“I hope you’re right.” I wasn’t so sure, especially when my fingers wouldn’t meet around the space just beneath the tip of him. I let my hand glide down the length and smiled when he hissed in a breath. “Like that?”

“It’s not an expert touch, but the fact that it’s you makes it so much better.” The truth at least.

I pulled my hand from him and touched the tip with my index finger. Hard but spongy. Would it feel the same in my mouth?

“No, don’t, you can’t do that to me right now, Willow. Maybe later. Maybe after I’ve fucked you into oblivion a few dozen times, but right now, you can’t wrap those beautiful lips of yours around me or I’ll come undone in your mouth.”

“What would be so bad about that?” I shot back, my lips moving to him, I just wanted a taste, to feel him. Just once.

“Nothing, but it’s not where I want to come. I want to be here, deep inside of you.” His fingers went between my legs, straight into my wet depths. He drove into my tight walls without resistance. I was too slick for that.

I let go of his dick and fell back on the bed. His fingers fucked into me, fast and hard. They hit that spot, the one I’d doubted existed, before he slid another one into me. Three fingers opened the petals of my flower to him, and my legs fell open. I didn’t want his fingers, I wanted him.

“Are you sure? We can do this in other ways.”

“I want you to fuck me, Henry. Now.” I was past the point of wanting to be teased. I wanted him inside of me.

He pulled me around to face him and slid his hands under my ass. With a sigh, he pressed his dick to my opening, and began a slow sink into my depths. I gasped as he stretched my untried walls. A deep breath forced him a fraction deeper, and his hands gripped my ass tightly as he reacted.

“I might die.” He breathed the words out, and I glanced down to see I hadn’t even taken the head yet. Eleven more inches to go, at least.

I felt full, as if I was already filled with him, but I wasn’t. I dug my feet into the bed behind him and pushed myself onto him a little more. Another spark of pain, and a groan of pleasure from him.

“Fuck yeah, I’m so going to die. Hurry, Willow. Take it all before I die.”

I knew I could torture him and take it slow, but I wanted to know too much.

I pushed hard, fast, and sank down onto all of him. Now I was full, now, oh God, now I was going to die with him. So much Henry, all of Henry.