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“Never,” I whisper.
“It’s about to get even better,” he says. He lays me on the bed and crawls over me. My legs fall open on their own and I reach for him. My body seems to know what it’s doing even when my head can’t tell what’s right or wrong. This is incredible. Quinn is incredible.
I’m going to die with pleasure.
He kisses me and runs his tongue along my cheek as he hovers over me.
“Are you ready, beautiful?” He asks.
“Please, Quinn. Please fuck me.”
He doesn’t make me ask again. He dives into me, filling me to the hilt, and I cry out at the intrusion. Fuck. It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt. I’m full and sated and he’s not even moving, but this is incredible. This entire moment is incredible.
Right now, I’m not worried about my family.
Right now, I’m not worried about the future.
Right now, I’m not sad about the past.
The only thing I’m concerned ab
out is this moment. The only thing I’m worried about is making sure Quinn doesn’t stop touching me.
And he doesn’t.
He moves slowly at first, but quickly picks up the pace as he whispers in my ear, telling me how beautiful I am, how perfect I am, how I’m such a bad, dirty girl.
“Harder,” I urge him. “Fuck me harder, Quinn. You can’t break me.”
His eyes flash and I think he takes it as a challenge, which it is. He pins my wrists above my head and pinches each of my nipples, flicking them quickly as he fucks me harder and faster.
I can’t hold back much longer and even though I’m completely exhausted, my body needs more, and I orgasm again. Quinn comes at the same damn time, filling me with his seed, marking me as his own, branding me with his body.
He says my name as he comes and I’m filled with feminine pride.
I’m filled with pride.
I’m filled with happiness.
I’m sated.
He collapses next to me on the bed and pulls me into his arms. We’re hot and sweaty and tired, but I can’t do anything but smile.
“It’s never been like that before,” I tell him, and Quinn kisses me again.
Chapter 16
Quinn
There’s something completely satisfying about fucking Fiona. There’s something perfect about the way she lets me tie her up, about the dirty words she whispers to me when she’s too turned on to behave properly.
There’s something fantastic about the way she touches me, and it’s something I don’t want to let go of.
One night of making love to her isn’t enough. I need more. We both need more. Being the selfish bastard I am, I take it. I take what she’ll give me, and I give her everything I can.
Even after two solid days of staying in bed with her, I haven’t had enough. I wake up with her body draped over me, and she starts kissing my chest. She makes her way up to my throat and kisses there, sucking on me, nipping at my skin.
“I don’t like biting,” I remind her gently, but she giggles and whispers in my ear.
