Head swooning, Henry nodded at her first question. He didn't just want to come for her, he needed it... was desperate for it, to give her everything he could. Barely feeling it when Gabriella's mouth left his throat and ceased drinking, he was more intent on the furious pounding of her slight, but newly powerful body on his hips as Gabriella rose and fell on his cock.
Gabriella's raw, heated words pierced through the haze enough that he responded with a growl. His hands now on the tight curves of her ass, Henry brought his hips up hard again and again, matching her rhythm and not caring how badly it already hurt. She kissed him, and Henry tasted the metal tang of his own blood on her tongue.
With one last scream into Gabriella's mouth, he came. It felt like he was being pulled apart as his whole body twisted and jerked... once, twice, three times and then smaller and smaller tremors until he lay panting and shell-shocked beneath her.