Slowly but surely Lydia was understanding now why he had chosen her and the consequences of that choice, the good and the bad ones.

Her lips parted beneath his, accepting his tongue as readily as she accepted the rest of him, her tongue sliding over his as she clenched around his cock every time he pushed deep. One hand slid beneath the neckline of his shirt, glad for his love of the ones with the v-neck, making it easier to scrape her nails over the back of his shoulder almost hard enough to draw blood.