Naked and glorious. Blinking hard, Quinn diverted her gaze away from the thick shaft that throbbed under her attention. Refused to acknowledge the way her entire body clenched, pussy fair dripping and grasping at empty air for what he offered. Letting her gaze skitter around the room when he groaned and stretched, displaying the long lines of his muscles and the rigid hardness of his stomach, she pretended not to see any of it.
“Tell me, little bird. If I’m in your head, what am I thinking?”
“You just want to fuck me.”
“Oh, please, we both know I’m more explicit than that. What exactly?”
“You…”
“What? Can’t think of anything I’d want to do to you?”
His chuckle unnerved her, narrow shoulders slumped under the weight of his jab. So caught up in the flustered train of her thoughts that this might not be him at all, she gave an inelegant squawk when he grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the bed. Thighs gripped, spreading her around him as he maneuvered her into the dominant position. Cock teasing over the flushed folds of her pussy before he eased inside of her. An inch at a time, he made her feel all of it.
Both of them groaned as he pulled her down by the hips. Spreading her open around his thick length, forcing her to take all of him until he could go no further. His quiet curses and muffled praise tripped across her prickling skin alongside the rasp of his stubbled jaw. Tense and still, he sat under her until even Quinn questioned what was wrong.
“It seems you didn’t hear me last night. I do hate repeating myself, little bird, but for you, I’ll teach you your lesson once more.” Strain visible in the pinch around his eyes and lips, he laid back with care. Fingers caressing her hips and thighs, he urged her to move. “Slow. Slow and gentle.”
“No.” Unwilling to admit how good it felt, how much she wanted it just then, Quinn remained frozen. Shrugged his hand away when he tried to caress her cheek, baring the edge of her teeth when the movement caused his cock to shift inside of her. She was no more in control than ever, no matter that he put her astride him.
“Sweetness, I can fuck this sweet pussy just as hard from down here.” Lids drifting half mast, the pink of his tongue slid in a slow arc over his lips as if he envisioned doing just that. Chin tipping hard one side then the other, he eased the tension from his shoulders before smiling up at her. A pretty lie of calm couched in the darkness of his demands. “Now, I want you to go nice and slow.”
“What about what I want,” Quinn ground out, daring to growl as she leaned forward over him with hands braced on the wide expanse of his chest. Dug her nails into the firm flesh and sneered at the raw display of his lust.
“Take what you want, little—”
“Fine.” Quinn snorted with a jerk of her head, denying it all as she started to clamber off of him. Yelled her dissatisfaction when he brought her crashing back down, his hips driving up to grind against the very end of her until Quinn fell forward to curl around the blissful ache and shuddered against his chest.
“I didn’t say you could go anywhere.” Dark as a starless sky, his voice wound around her the same as his hands. Fingers grasping her throat, not enough pressure to hurt, but plenty to warn.
“Why do you always ruin it?”
They blinked at one another, both confused and more than a little startled at the words that swept slipshod over her lips. Where Quinn swallowed hard against the increased grip and fumbled for some explanation or reasoning, his green gaze became arctic.
“I mean you always force it just when I think I might want you.” Trying to back out of the corner she’d painted herself into, Quinn made it so much worse. Lashes fluttering, one hand cut through the air in a furious arc as she snatched at the words still hanging in the charged space between them. Opened her lips to spill yet more. “It’s like you don’t want me to enjoy it on my own!”
Hands reaching for the mouth that wouldn’t stop, Quinn stalled halfway. Stared down at him and moved her hands back, set them onto his chest and pushed. Shoved him no matter that it jostled their positions and he bucked beneath her.
“You can’t ever let it alone. Don’t you care how hard it is for me? After everything that happened…” Quinn sniffed hard, slapped her hands to his chest with even more force. This time when his cock moved, she added a sway of her hips. Worked back the hardness that began to flag as she spoke with a shuddering sigh before she went on. “After everything that happened and then you give me a fucking short skirt. I hate pink, by the way, not that you ever bothered to ask me. When did you even put it in there?”
“Last week,” Tobias said, eyes flaring with the scent of hot ash and simmering chilies when she slapped a palm across his mouth.
“No, you shut up,” Quinn said through a snarl, circling her hips to drive her point home. “It’s my turn, and you said to take what I want. This is what’s happening.”
He went still. Gazing at her with furrowed brows, he twitched his lips beneath her hand. The hard rush of his sigh coursed over her knuckles as he settled back into the bed, hand sliding down from her throat in a rough caress to take her hip. A gentle request as the fingertips of his other hand stroked a long line down her opposite thigh.
“Thank you.” Rising up to her knees in one smooth stroke, she descended in slow increments. Shaky inhale rattling her thoughts as much as her voice, she gripped his chest tighter still. “You don’t listen to me. Just make your decisions and expect me to go along with them. Even… even when I want it, you have to control everything, and you make me feel like all I am is a wet hole for you.”
The growl Tobias made wouldn’t be held back by her fingers, and neither would the torrent of rage sparking to life in his gaze. Touches that could never be accused of being soft turned rougher still, his hands clenching over the shelf of her hips. Jerking his head aside, he freed his lips, showing Quinn his teeth.
“I know! I know, I’m not your whore,” Quinn said, words rushing out on an airy tide as all that motion caused her to bounce, grinding against him. An ache that was just painful built and faded. “I didn’t mean that, it’s just… It’s how you make me feel.”
“You’re being ridiculous—”
“See? If I argue this, are you going to do it again? You drown me in it until I don’t know which way is up and Ihaveto fight just to remember who I even am anymore.”
“You’re my mate.” As if to prove his point, one hand came down on the roundness of her ass, slapping hard to enough to make her jolt. “You stopped moving.”
Closing her eyes, Quinn moved with gentle sways of her hips and wondered where it went wrong. Tried in vain not to remember another man she’d done this with. Rising and falling in a steady, slow rhythm she fought not to let the memory of hot ash and smoke invade her senses. Instead taking Tobias deep with every plunge, splayed fingers braced low on his abdomen where she struggled not to dig her nails in when it began to sting.
