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Fireworks spark off in my brain. When I clutch his head, Quinn raises his gaze, gauges my pleasure with an avid intensity that makes me gasp. Without releasing me from the stare, he flicks his tongue over me, then kisses his way to the other peak.
“Oh God!”
“Tell me how you feel, Elyse,” comes his raw command. The coarse gravel of his voice is almost incoherent.
“Good. So, so good!”
He lavishes attention on me for the longest time, and with each appreciative gleam of his beautiful eyes, I become wetter.
My nipples are bruised rose by the time he kisses his way down my body. Even then his gaze lingers on my breast. Quinn is clearly a breast man.
Like Q.
I frown.
Stop it.
The warning takes care of itself when Quinn opens the fastening of my jeans. His gaze captures mine as he slowly pulls down the zipper. He licks a path from my navel to the top of my panties, then rubs his stubble against my covered pussy.
“I can smell you, baby. Are you wet for me?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
The hands that rid me of my jeans are a little rough, a lot unsteady. He rises on his knees to toss them away, then stares down at my body.
“Breathtaking. So very beautiful.”
My panties follow the same path as my jeans. Then I’m bare to Quinn. And his ravenous eyes. Where his hands don’t touch, his eyes devour. And when he parts my thighs and delivers both conduits of attention, I’m a fucking goner.
“Need to taste,” he says again, before capturing each thigh in his big hands and spreading me wide open. His thumbs part my lips and he licks me from hole to clit.
My hips want to surge off the bed. He pins me down, repeats the action, but this time lingers on my clit. More fireworks explode. Liquid heat pours out of me.
“Fuck!” He laps me up with almost embarrassing enthusiasm.
That single-minded concentration and the borderline feral sounds from his throat are such a damn turn on, I know I’m going to go off in a second. I clutch my breasts and squeeze my eyes shut.
“Quinn…I’m coming.”
“Look at me when you come, Elyse. I want you to see me,” he rasps.
My head feels almost too heavy to lift, but I struggle onto one elbow, and spear my fingers into his hair. “Yes. Whatever you need, Quinn.”
His eyes darken and his eyelids flutter before he regains his purpose. He sucks my clit with a hard, merciless pull, and sends me over the edge.
“Oh, yes! Oh God…” My nails dig into his scalp and my gaze fuses with his as my release smashes through me.
The connection between us is soul-searing. He lets me see his pain, his fury, the desolation that has eaten away at him. I also see entreaty and regret.
As I come down from the most incredible high, I cup his face in my hand. “Quinn,” I murmur, dying to give him more. Dying to give him everything.
He rears up and rips his shirt over his head. “I need to be inside you, Elly. Need you.”
His motions are truncated, his eyes desperately clinging to mine as he removes his pants and briefs.
“You have me.”
His nod is almost sorrowful. My heart bleeds as I take him in my arms. Our kiss holds a mixture of desperation, lust and my flavors as he settles between my thighs. I feel the head of his cock at my core and a persistent thought intrudes. I attempt to break the kiss. He’s set on denying the disconnection.