My Table He’d wanted her from the moment she’d threatened to ‘snap his hand off at the wrist,’ and as their relationship progressed he made no attempts to hide his desire. Through their many trials his want never waned, despite the best intentions of demons, ex-lovers and Vicki’s own insecurities.
But here they were, eventually, naked and entwined in Henry’s bed. And as he moved to slide his body into hers, Vicki reached up and cupped his cheek…
“It’s always been you Henry,” she whispered, gasping as he joined their bodies for the first time. “It’s always been you that I want…”