Hyacinthe liked talking, and didn't see why previous lovers should be an off-limit conversation. Besides, this way he'd have a better idea of just how much spoiling he'd have to do to make up for the way the others of his gender had so completely failed her.

"There is only one reason to not enjoy this," Hyacinthe murmured, his fingers picking up speed. "Getting your hands all warm and wet and making you moan? That's if they don't value your pleasure and in that case, cherie?" He nipped her. "Then they don't deserve theirs, either."

He kissed his way down her body, over the flat planes of her stomach and the soft curve of her hips until he was kneeling in between her thighs. "I am moving at a nearly unconscionable speed for the length of time it's been since I've last seen you," he declared, laying a sucking kiss to her inner thigh. "And only because you have encouraged me to do so. Giving you bliss should be no one's afterthought. Especially not yours." And then he leaned in and licked her.