My body slumped against him, drained.

He pulled open his drawer bringing out a tissue, then he started wiping the mess off of me.

Once done, he picked me up bridal style.

He strolled towards his bed, laid me on the mattress.

Just as he began pulling away, I wound my arms and legs around him.

“Rosie—”

“I need you, Henry.”

He exhaled heavily.

“We already talked about this, Rosie.”

“I know… but I'm still not satisfied—”

“The goal is to release the pent-up lust inside of you, not fully sate your needs and besides…” he drawled, staring at me.

“You know I want nothing more than to be inside...