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I whimper as the feeling blurs that fine line between pleasure and pain, but pleasure is currently setting pain on fire. And before long, pleasure hums through my body like a live current of electrified desire.
“I want you,” Quinn says as he slides a hand up my leg, stopping mere inches from the apex of my thighs.
“I want you too,” I choke out as I gasp for air.
I’m well aware that I’m naked underneath my robe, and so is Quinn as he skates his fingers higher up my thigh, hissing as his fingers skim over my sex.He’s being a gentleman, so I reach down, untying the belt, and I do what we both want—remove it so we’re skin to skin.The robe falls open, and this is the first time I’ve been totally bare. The feeling is like nothing I’ve ever known before.
I rub myself against Quinn’s naked chest, and it feels better than I could have ever imagined, and we both moan at the contact.He runs his fingers along the length of my spine, and the sensation sends my skin alight.
I begin softly rocking against him, and Quinn pulls away when he sees the bruising on my ribs.
“Shit, sorry, I didn’t think,” he apologizes quickly as he reaches for the lapels of the robe to cover me up, but I secure my hands over his.
“Don’t stop. I want this. I want you.” I lean forward, sucking on his nipple and drawing the piercing into my mouth.
Quinn groans as he threads his fingers through my hair and bows backward as I busy myself with tonguing his nipple.The metal instantly warms the second my lips wrap around the piercing, and as I draw it into my mouth, I realize I could do this all night.
Getting Quinn off and having the power over his willing body is far more of an aphrodisiac than him making me come, and I suddenly love being in control.
Letting his nipple go, I push on his bare chest, and he falls backward, his hands settling low on my hips as I straddle him.
My eyes feast on every inch of the breathless man underneath me, and I need his hands on me like I need oxygen to breathe. With our eyes locked, I slowly wrap my fingers around his right wrist and draw it up to my chest, silently begging him to touch me.
Quinn pulls on his lip ring, his entire face flushed and filled with nothing but red-hot desire.
“Touch me,” I whisper, and he hisses as his fingers embark on palming my breast with slow, deliberate movements.
With our fingers entwined, I can feel the way my nipple instantly peaks, aroused by his gentle touch, demanding more. I can also feel my heart pounding against my rib cage, and it only beats faster as Quinn’s skilled finger circles my areola, which sends a shooting pain of need straight to my center.
My grip over his hand slackens, and I arch into his touch as his movements become a little harder and a little faster, and it’s exactly what I need.
As I begin grinding my hips on his cock, matching the torturous strokes on my breast, I can’t take it any longer. Blindly reaching for the top of my robe, I push it off my left shoulder, but suddenly, Quinn stops me, his fingers overlapping mine.
My confused eyes meet his, and I gasp, suddenly feeling like a fool. “You don’t want to?”
The thought has me quickly reaching for the lapels to tug them over my nakedness, but Quinn ceases my movement.
“Of course, I do, but just…not like this,” he replies, ensuring his response is measured.
“I don’t understand.” I’m feeling self-conscious.
Quinn releases my hand, and as he sits up, his fingers gently draw the lapels of my robe together, covering me from his heated stare.
“Seeing you beaten, gagged, and almost raped is an image that will haunt me for the rest of my life,” he whispers, gently tying the belt around my waist. “When the time is right for us, I want it to be perfect.”
As I cock an eyebrow at him, he chuckles. “Well, something like perfect.”
He takes a shaky breath before he continues. “Nearly losing you put everything into perspective, and when I possess every single part of you…” I gasp, aroused by his dominance. “It won’t be in some shitty motel where I can hurt you more than you already are.”
I’m about to rebuke, to declare he never could. But Quinn stops me, his fingers tightening around my waist.
“Red,” he says huskily, mere inches from my lips. “With you, I have no control. And I know it won’t be enough when I’m buried deep inside you and you’re screaming out my name. I won’t be satisfied till I own every inch of you…inside and out.”
My body undulates at his confession, and I remind myself to swallow.
“So until then, let’s just enjoy this.” He wraps a warm hand around my nape, capturing my lips to his, and kisses me until I’m gasping for breath.
For now, this will do. But tomorrow, tomorrow is a brand-new day.
