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She was trying to fight him but he was too strong. Quinn gripped her ass in his hands, keeping her high off the bed, and rose to his knees to meet her. Suddenly, his cock was sliding into her in a shocking invasion. He buried himself to the hilt in one brutal shove, eased by the wetness he’d caused. Lori screamed.
He jerked slightly at the sound, freezing as if waiting for her to shout out the safe word.
As if. Lori squirmed and whimpered until he lowered her to the mattress and braced himself over her body.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Quinn said. “I could do this forever.”
Was that a threat? Or was it something deeper? Something that had nothing to do with this game? She didn’t want to think about forever, all she wanted was his body filling her too tightly, the smell of his skin hot against hers, the weight of his hips pushing her down.
He thrust, pushing a deep cry from her mouth that he answered with a growl. “Tell me you like it.”
“No,” she whimpered. “I won’t.”
Quinn pressed his mouth to hers, rubbing his tongue against hers with brutal pressure as he thrust again. He wound one hand into her hair and tugged her head back. His mouth dragged over her jaw, teeth scraping her skin. Lori let the shock of these small pains sink into her flesh like sunlight.
Sweat slicked their skin, setting Quinn gliding against her thighs when he sank himself deep again. “Tell me,” he demanded.
She pulled against the ties, gritted her teeth against the tight pressure squeezing her in so many places. Her wrists, her scalp, her shoulders pulled taut. And, of course, the tightness of her sex, filled with his width every time he pushed brutally into her.
He could be anyone. He could be a man she’d met in a hotel bar and taken up to her room. He could be a faceless stranger, using her now, doing anything he wanted.
And yet this was so much better. With Quinn.
He kissed her neck tenderly then, pressed his lips gently just below her ear. “Tell me,” he whispered, as tender as any lover, though his fist tightened, pulling her head farther back.
“Fuck me,” she finally whispered. “Please. I want you to fuck me.”
Quinn reared back and hooked his arms behind her knees to draw her legs wider. Then he gave her what she wanted, taking her rough and fast. Slamming his hips into hers so hard that she began to inch up on the bed. Lori arched up into him, taking him as deep as he could go.
“Say it,” he grunted.
She could barely hear him now. Her mind was turning in, anticipating the orgasm that was slowly washing up her body, a tide coming in, a wave hovering before it broke.
“You want this, damn it. Beg for it.”
So she did. She begged him to fuck her harder. And her desperate, vulgar words pushed the wave higher until she finally went under, screaming, jerking against the ties. Her voice cracked and faded to nothing before the last spasms had even gripped her. Quinn thrust again and again until he finally jerked into her with a guttural shout.
Time passed. Long minutes while the sweat cooled on her face. Quinn’s breath rushed over her shoulder, the sound of a man who’d poured his heart and soul into her. For the first time since the night had begun, she wished her wrists were free so she could curl her arms around his neck and pull him impossibly close. She wanted her eyes open and surveying his face to see the thoughts there.
She must have shifted, because he lifted his shoulders a few inches, the movements sluggish.
“Here,” he murmured. “Here.” The blindfold slid up, but Lori kept her eyes closed, trying to adjust to the small amount of light that leaked through her eyelids. He sat up and worked at the knot until it loosened enough to let her free. She jerked her arms free and wrapped them around Quinn’s chest, pressing her face into his shoulder.
He whispered her name and rolled her to her side so he could get his arms around her, as well. “Lori,” he said again.“Jesus.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, wanting to apologize, needing to reassure herself that he’d liked it as much as she had. But if she asked, what if he said no? She’d have to grab her clothes and fly out the door, and God, she just couldn’t move right now.
He kissed her head. “I didn’t hurt you.” It should have been a question, but perhaps he was thinking the same thing she was. Perhaps he was thinking he couldn’t ask his question, because the answer might kill him.
Lori took a deep breath and pushed away from him. She raised her head and met his worried eyes. “Quinn Jennings,” she said, her voice shaking only a tiny bit, “that was the best thing I’ve ever done.”
His eyes went wide. Lori noticed a bit resentfully that his lashes were much longer than hers. “Ever?” he repeated.
“Ever. It far surpasses that time I talked myself into riding the tallest roller coaster on the East Coast.”
His eyes went wider still. “Thatwas your best thing before?”
“I’m afraid of heights. So yeah. I was pretty proud.”
