As mortifying as it had been at the time, it is probably for the best that Benedict's body had betrayed him earlier; he's fairly certain if he had not already climaxed not fifteen minutes ago, he would certainly do so now, when Ninon draws the head of his cock along her slick flesh, the sensation of her wet and eager body one he has never felt before and one that is slightly overwhelming, if he's honest.

Forgetting for a moment to keep his grip gentle to avoid bruising her, he digs his fingers into her hips when she tells him to, watching her with wide golden eyes, his pupils blown so wide they nearly appear round.

"More than anything," he replies, earnest and painfully honest.