Chapter 76

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H enry is waiting for me on the front porch when Theo and I return. He's been there so long that he’s standing in a puddle of snow, the fertility blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

"What are you doing? You're going to freeze out here."

"Wouldn't be the first time I've nearly frozen to death just to be with you." He grips my face, pulling my mouth to his. He groans deep in his throat as I sweep my tongue over his lower lip, and he swings me up into his arms, carrying me into the cabin before I can even take off my boots.

"Do you remember that day on the beach?" he asks gruffly, sitting me down on the bed and unzipping my jacket.

"Like it was yesterday."

"I would have been okay with getting hypothermia if it meant I could spend more time with you."

"I noticed," I laugh.

"I was in love you even then, Isla."

"You didn't know me, Henry," I protest, lifting my arms so he can pull off my sweatshirt .

"I knew everything I needed to." He glances down at me, eyebrows drawn together. "Why are you wearing a sweater under your sweatshirt? Are you trying to kill me?" I meet his deep blue gaze, holding it as I pull the sweater over my head, revealing my long underwear. "Fucking hell, Isla." He climbs on the bed, pushing me flat, his hands diving under my shirt.

"Finally," he groans, dragging his palms over my skin, pressing his face into the softness of my stomach. "You were like a fiery-haired nymph running into that water. All milky skin and jiggling tits." He buries his face against my hip, hiding his grin.

"You looked?" I shriek, hitting him on the shoulder.

"I tried not to. But, god, Isla. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He kisses from freckle to freckle across my stomach and over my ribs, palming my tits and squeezing. He rucks my shirt up to my chin and slides his thumbs into my bra, rubbing circles over my nipples. "You will always take my breath away."

I laugh at the absurdity. "Have you seen yourself? Not a day goes by that I don't wonder why you chose me." I push a curl from his forehead, only for it to fall right back into place. I slide my hand over his jaw, his five o'clock shadow like sandpaper against my palm. The tip of my finger fits perfectly in the divot of his chin. I glance up, meeting his gaze and my heart nearly jumps out of my chest with the intensity in his eyes.

"Jesus Christ, Henry," I whisper, my voice breaking. I squirm beneath him, pulling my arms from the long underwear and dragging it over my head. "Make love to me," I plead, need thrumming inside me, an unquenchable thirst. He cradles my face in his hands, his gaze roaming over my face, memorizing me.

"I love you, Isla."

The moment his lips meet mine, a jolt travels through my body, awareness puckering my nipples before spearing between my legs. I whimper into his mouth, scrambling underneath him, trying to pull his body down onto mine, needing as much of him touching me as possible. He pulls away, chuckling, ghosting his lips along my jaw and down my neck before swirling his tongue in the hollow of my throat. He pushes his hands beneath my back, unhooking my bra and throwing it to the other side of the room before pushing my tits together and pressing his face between them.

"God, I love them," he rasps, first sucking one nipple into his mouth, then the other, humming in satisfaction.

"Henry," I plead, arching beneath him, needing friction.

"Don't rush me, Freckles." He bites my nipple in punishment, sending a jolt of adrenaline racing through my system. He rolls it between his fingers, the immediate ecstasy dragging a moan from my throat. Pushing onto his knees, he unsnaps my snow pants before dragging me to the end of the bed and pulling them off along with my boots.

"You're like a tootsie pop," he says, pulling off another layer. I wonder...?" He slides my long underwear down my legs, "How many licks it takes–" He nips his way up my legs, peppering kisses across my stomach before dipping his tongue into my belly button. He groans low in his throat, burying his face in the vee of my thighs before grabbing my panties with his teeth and working them down. "–to get to the center?"

The callouses on his palms scrape over the tender skin on the back of my thighs as he pushes my legs wide. His teeth sink into his bottom lips as he stares at the mess of cum and desire between my legs. He drops to his knees and flattens his tongue against me, licking one line from my ass to my clit. I sink my fingers into his curls as I plant my heels on the edge of the bed, pushing my body up as I pull him closer.

"Fuck, Henry," I pant, rocking my hips, dragging my clit back and forth over his tongue, taking the pleasure he's offering me like a greedy, greedy slut.

"I had plans, Isla," he pants, sucking my clit into his mouth. "I was going to shower with you, take care of you." He pulls back, his gaze almost predatory as he spreads me wide. "Take it slow. But the second I saw you, all I could think about was burying my cock in your perfect pussy. "

"Then do it," I beg.

I push up on my elbows, watching him as he jerks his sweats down, his cock springing out, precum already glistening at the tip. He shuffles closer, wrapping his fist around his shaft before tapping it on my clit. Clenching his jaw, he drags the tip along my slit, back and forth, that midnight blue gaze meeting mine as his cock catches on my entrance. He only needs to push forward the slightest bit, and he'll be inside me.

"Please," I whimper, groaning when he pulls his cock away and slides it up my ass crack, holding it between my cheeks with his hand as he moves his hips.

"God, I swear I could fuck every part of you."

"My knee?" I tease.

"You think I'm kidding?" He stands, dragging two fingers between my legs to get them wet before wiping them on his cock. Bending my leg, he holds me steady as he pushes his cock into the crease at the back of my knee. His eyes roll back, his mouth dropping open as he slides his cock back and forth. A wild pulse of lust shoots through me, watching him like that.

"Okay, okay! I believe you!" I laugh, sitting up, his cock only inches from my face.

I look up at him, at that perfectly chiseled face. Holding his gaze, I lean forward, the tip slowly pushing past my lips. I don't stop until he's touching the back of my throat, his nostrils flaring as he tries to keep his control on a tight leash. I hollow my cheeks as I pull back, moving my tongue against his shaft. He tries to pull away, but I follow him, swallowing around him as I try to take him even deeper.

"Is that how it's going to be?" he growls, wrapping my hair around his fist and pulling me off his cock, breathing hard. "I can't fucking decide if you're the bane of my existence or the reason for my existence.” He crushes his lips to mine, our tastes melding into something positively sinful. "I brought something for situations like this," he says, releasing me and walking over to the dresser.

"What do you mean by situations like this ?" I ask, mesmerized by his perfectly round ass cheeks .

"When you're being bad," he says, looking over his shoulder at me, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He grabs several things before sitting next to me on the bed. "Hold out your hands." I obey, and he drops a wand, a butt plug, and handcuffs into them. "For my naughty girl." He hauls me up into his arms and throws me into the middle of the bed, a wicked grin on his face.