Warm bodies never ceased to fascinate him. The glow of an aroused human was, in his opinion, unparalleled in this world.
Hard, gentle, insistent; like the way his hands glide across her flesh, he presses words into her skin. Her beauty described and praised. With kisses and caresses and nibbles, he proclaims devotion. Secrets are told to dark, previously hidden places where he now whispers his worship.
Henry continues to murmur them, knowing she will not answer in kind. He will accept her moans and gasps until she is ready to say it.
He can wait a bit longer.