Tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, hot, sweating and urgent with need, she raised her knees and spread her legs, grabbing his wrist and pulling him up to her.
“Owen, darling. It is time. Take me. I am yours.”
He looked deep into her eyes. For a moment she thought he would protest, say some word, but instead he nodded. He slid down the bed, and she puffed out a breath of irritation. She wanted him inside her! Why was he moving away? But instead he planted a series of kisses, feather-light, on the insides of her thighs, making her ache with longing. She canted her mound forward, a brazen invitation, hoping he would choose to pleasure her with his tongue, but instead he moved back up the bed and braced himself on his elbows above her, letting his hips drop down until his mighty c**
