He felt a deep current of satisfaction flow through him at hearing her speak his name so pleadingly. He placed his other hand on her neck and caressed her soft skin, sliding his fingertips along her jawline.

She exhaled sharply as he increased the pressure of his fingers down below, and she squirmed as he found the rhythm she liked.

Within a few minutes, she was clutching his arm and biting her lip, her eyes closed as he felt her rush toward her climax.

She was so beautiful. He never wanted to stop watching her.

And then her eyes flew open, meeting his gaze as she cried out, and he could feel her shuddering in deep satisfaction.

“Oh,” she sighed, keeping her eyes on him. She relaxed her hold on his arm but didn’t let go.

Don’t ever let go, he wanted to say.

Her face was flushed and she felt soft and wet where he’d pleasured her.

He drew his fingers away, then brought them to his mouth and licked her taste off them, her eyes widening as she watched what he was doing.

“You need to kiss me right now,” she commanded, tugging on his arm to bring him closer. Their mouths met, and he slid his tongue inside, tangling it with hers. His cock was rigid, and it took all his will not to drag her hand down to touch him.

But then his will was rewarded, because she did slide her hand down his arm and onto his erection, stroking him through his trousers. Her fingers fumbled at the placket, and then his cock sprung free into her soft, warm hand.

Damn.

She gripped him hard, a pleasurable agony that brought a stifled groan to his throat. And then she began to stroke him, kissing him as she did. He could feel how her lips had curled up into a smile, and he drew back from her mouth to look at her. At her mouth, bruised and red from their kiss, at her eyes, which glinted in satisfied delight.

“Do you want me to touch you, Griff?” she said, an echo of what he’d asked a few minutes before.

He grunted in response, unable to utter a word because of how hard and fast she was stroking him. It seemed as though she knew just how to touch him, and he appreciated that she had clearly done this before. She would be an equal in their bed, and he couldn’t wait to thrust into her as she begged him for more. He’d give it to her, and she would reciprocate, as she was doing now.

“Fuck, Della,” he groaned, and her smile grew wider.

“That’s not what we’re doing, my lord,” she teased. “I’m touching your cock.”

God, hearing her say the words increased the pleasure that much more, and suddenly Griff realized he wanted her to say the filthiest things to him as she stroked him.