Han guided Hanna lower with a firmer grip at the back of her head. She sank around him, lips sealing, breath warm and quick against his skin. Her fingers dug into his thighs as she set a pace, the pull and press of her mouth drawing a harsh sound from his chest. He tipped his head back and drove his hips, the lines of his abdomen tightening as she took him deeper.
"Yeah. That's a good deep throat," he growled.
Heat surged, fast and hard. His body went rigid, and he finished. She held him and swallowed, eyes fluttering until the pulse of him eased. The room narrowed to quiet breaths and the slick sound of her mouth easing off. Her cheeks were flushed, tears bright at the corners of her eyes.
Han slid his hand through her hair and lifted. She let him slip free, a faint sheen on her lips catching the light. He took her in, flushed, damp-lashed, pupils wide, and watched the soft tremor run through her throat.
