Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 105748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Then Quinn prowled over me, bracing his hands on the bed at either side of my head. I widened my thighs so he could settle between them, excitement shuddering through me as I dug my fingers into his muscled back.
“Are you ready, Mo luaidh?” His question was hoarse with need.
“I’m ready.”
His expression was almost feral, and utterly thrilling, as he suddenly gripped me by the thighs and jerked my hips upward.
I let out a whimper of anticipation as Quinn lifted my lower body off the bed. Attention focused between my legs, he guided his cock to my entrance. My inner thighs trembled and my fingers clenched the duvet at the hard heat, the pressure of him pushing inside.
Quinn gritted his teeth, almost baring them at me. “Tight.”
It had been a while for me, to be fair.
Thankfully, I was fully open to his invasion and very, very wet.
He made a guttural sound, his eyes narrowing with pleasure as he pushed in to the hilt.
He was so overwhelming. I was so full with him—it was like he was everywhere. “I forgot,” I panted, reaching for him, my hands wrapping around his forearms as he continued to hold my lower body up for his thrusts.
“You forgot what?” He slid gently back out.
The drag of his cock caused the tension coiling inside me to tighten.
“Uh!” My head fell back on the bed, my eyes rolling shut. “Quinn!”
“Open your eyes.”
They flew open at his dark, demanding tone.
“Forgot what?” He held still, just the tip of him inside me.
“How amazing you feel.”
His nostrils flared, a possessive look I remembered from our youth heating his gaze. “I never forgot, Taran. I never forgot how fucking perfect your pussy is. How perfect it is around my dick.” On the word dick, he thrust. Hard.
I let out a loud cry, forgetting we were in a hotel, forgetting everything but him.
I tried to claw at him, at the duvet beneath me, trying to move into his drives and unable to because he held me so tightly. There was no undulating into his thrusts, there was only taking what he wanted to give, and it was more erotic than I could have imagined.
I was held captive while Quinn fucked me, and it was the hottest moment of my life.
Every push into me elicited a cry as his cock seemed to hit this nerve inside of me that caused the coiling pleasure to tighten exponentially. My pleasured cries only grew louder, making Quinn more savage, more needful. His grip was bruising as he kneeled between my thighs and pounded into me. My body shifted up the bed with his exuberance.
“Quinn!” I was on the precipice of coming. It was right there. I was going to come, and I hadn’t even needed him to touch my clit to do it. “Fuck!” I gasped in amazement.
“Come, Taran,” Quinn commanded harshly. “I need you to come first, Mo luaidh.”
“I’m coming,” I promised. “I’m … Oh, Quinn, yes, yes …” I shattered around him on a scream of his name as my inner muscles tightened and released, tightened and released in a powerful climax.
Quinn’s eyes flared. “Oh fuck!” His hips suddenly shook against mine as his cock pulsed against my contractions. His masculine groan was loud and satisfying as he trembled through his orgasm.
He released my thighs, falling over me, his face in my neck as he ground into me. He smelled and felt right. I put my arms around him, telling myself the tears in my eyes were just from the awesome orgasm. My hands smoothed possessively over his back. His skin was damp with perspiration, his muscles warm under my palms.
“Mo luaidh …” The words were mumbled against my neck. “Mo luaidh.”
My inner muscles twitched around him in response, even as my legs fell limp with exertion.
I wanted to berate myself for what I’d just done.
But as Quinn raised his head to study me, his features slackened and relaxed with his climax, tender and warm with affection … I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. So when he kissed me, I tangled my hands in his hair and returned his neediness with mine. I rolled him onto his back, peppering kisses through his beard and down his throat.
“Taran,” he groaned.
We aren’t done, I thought, almost panicked as I relearned his body with my mouth and hands. If this was all I could give him, then we weren’t done. It couldn’t be over just yet.
It was my turn to savor Quinn.
32. Quinn
After fooling around, I was hard again like a fucking teenager, and I lay under Taran as she rode me, half in the moment, half in awe that she was there and riding my goddamn dick.
There was a controlled desperation to both of us. It zinged in the air, almost ominous.
Afterward, she tried to leave for her own room, but I knew if she did, it would break whatever spell we were under. And I needed her in that spell for as long as possible so I could convince her that this was right.