His thighs tremble when Anthony's hand moves just so. He can feel Anthony's words against his lips as much as he can hear them and the firm thrust of his fingers coaxes another moan from him.

God, he's barely holding on to sanity as it is. What are the bloody words?

"A-and for a woman-- for a woman wert thou first created," he hiccuped a breath, fingers gripping the blanket beneath him. "Till nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting, and by addition of me thee defeated--"

The words die on his tongue as a delicious, sharp feeling shivers through him. "Anthony."