She arched her back, hips pressing down, a soft whimper escaping her lips as her fingers clutched at his shoulders. "Please," she whispered, her voice breaking with need, eyes locked on his. "I can't wait anymore."
He cupped the back of her head, petting her hair like a promise, and whispered, "Okay, little one. You want it all? You get it all."
He thrust up, burying himself to the hilt, stars supernova bright behind Felicity's eyelids as her whole body lit up with sensation. He set the rhythm, controlling, a perfect piston of movement, pulling her down. His hands gripped her hips with barely restrained force, trembling with the effort not to bruise as longing crashed through his restraint. Each thrust drew a ragged sound from his throat half growl, half plea while her nails carved desperate half-moons into his shoulders, marking what she'd claimed after too many nights of waiting.
