“I can.” Toby said just as firmly, though he wasn’t entirely confident he could.
Part of him was impatient to see his mark on the smooth curve of her neck, where it belonged. He could almost see it in his mind’s eye, a raised silvery crescent just where he was now trailing the tips of his rough fingers. Penelope mewled at his caress, tilting her head a little. She was so responsive; he could feel her pulse quicken and her breath catch. She said she wanted him to take her now, while she could enjoy it, didn’t she? The thought made his eyes darken with lust.
Tobias sat on the bed, and pulled her into his lap, positioning her so that she was straddling him. “How tired are you, Penelope?”
“I got some sleep…” she said softly, though it was clear that she was still feeling pretty rough. “And
