Page 60 of Bitten & Burned

Thirty-One

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The Veilwood, Sol, Verdune

QUIL

Rowena pressed herself against me, and I groaned into her mouth. The steam was heavy around us, like a blanket of warmth. Everything was so warm. Most of all, her.

She felt like an inferno, even here in the water. She ground against me, and my breath stuttered. Gods, she was right where I wanted her, right where I ached for her the most.

Even as she rubbed herself against my cock, I knew I couldn’t take her like this. Not rough. Not hard. No pulling or pushing too hard. She needed soft.

I could feel her folds catching on the blunt edge of me as she rocked again and again.

I held her hips steady as she moved. Every time she caught on the ridge, she whimpered, finding my lips again.

I held her there, let her rub against me; she was chasing something, and I wanted to give it to her.

I bit back the impulse to run my fangs along her bottom lip. I could remember the taste of her blood, and I didn’t want to tip this into something I lost control of. Not here. Not now.

Soft. She deserved softness.

Even now, as my eyes fluttered closed and her body gently rubbed against me, I could give her softness.

She was moaning, little short bursts of sound against my lips as she moved. I could just sit here, let her take what she needed. But gods, waiting was so difficult. I wanted to give her exactly what she wanted.

I gripped her hips and dropped my head to her throat, kissing softly down to her collarbone. Soft skin everywhere, begging to be marked.

No, she deserved different. She deserved softness. Warmth. Comfort. Not marked up and bitten.

I kissed down further, to her breasts. I slid my hands up to cup them, pull them up, and out of the water. I flicked my thumbs over her nipples, and she made this adorable little sound that I wanted more of.

“Like that?” I whispered, rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, softly, to make them ache. She arched into my hands.

“Yes, Quil, yes, like that…”

She started rocking harder, her movements more sure. She pressed down with her hips, trapping my cock against my stomach and rubbing herself along the length of it. Gods, I wanted her. So bad.

“You’re driving me mad,” I whispered.

“Yeah?” she asked, smiling as she rolled her hips. “Want more?”

I nodded, my eyes fluttering closed. I moaned, and she leaned forward to capture my lips again.

“What do you want, Quil?”

I smiled. “I want you to come. Like that.”

Her eyebrows twitched upward. “Like this?” she rolled her hips to punctuate, and I bit back a groan.

“Just like that.”

“Shouldn’t be difficult,” she whispered. “I’m so close already.”

I ducked my head and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, tongue flicking as she rubbed herself on my cock.

I flicked it like I wanted to flick it against her clit. Like I wanted to drink her in. Her slick, her arousal, her.

I switched to her other breast, and her hands tangled in my hair, holding my head against her chest as her breathing became quicker. Little puffs of air, staccato.

“Gods, I’m close… Quil… please don’t stop.”

I wasn’t doing anything; this was all her, using my body and taking what she needed. Fuck, I could die like this and be completely fulfilled in life. Knowing she found her pleasure from me.

Her rhythm stuttered, hips slowing, and she moaned, loud into the cave, her voice echoing off the wall. “Gods, I’m coming…”

I held her through it, releasing her nipple when her hips stopped grinding, smiling at her before kissing her neck. “Was that good, Sweetheart?”

“So good, but I want more.”

“Huh?” I asked, gazing up at her, perched in my lap.

“You can take me here, Quil.”

Oh gods…

“Right here. On these rocks.” She took her bottom lip between her teeth. “Bend me over here? Please? I need you. I’ve needed you for weeks, please, Quil, please…”

My hands tightened on her thighs, and she paused, her eyes going dark as I held her in place.

“Not here,” I growled.

I stood, holding her against my front as I did. The water fell from our bodies in sheets, heavy and wet. Her hair dripped down her back as I held her, climbing out of the spring. I took her over to where she’d been sleeping. On furs. On the floor.

She deserved a feather bed. But this was all I could give her here, so I’d have to make the best of it.

I knelt, placed her gently on the furs.

“You’ve had enough pain. Tonight, you get me soft and slow.”

“Slow?”

I nodded once. “Slow. Careful. Every inch. Every second. Just for you, Rowena…”

I knelt between her legs, smoothing one hand up the length of one before I spread her thighs even more.

I leaned down, pressing a kiss to the side of her knee, glancing up to see her dark eyes watching me.

“Lie back,” I murmured.

She obeyed, elbows bending so she could lie flat on the furs.

I dropped too, bracketing her with my arms, looking at her, truly looking. From her wet hair to her breasts that I’d dreamt about seeing, about touching. And they were better than I’d imagined.

I moved down, kissing her belly and skipping over where she clearly wanted me. Instead, I went for the inside of her knee. I moved my way up her thigh.

I could smell her. Sweet and hot. Gods, I wanted her now.

No, no. Slow. I was going slowly.

Slow doesn’t have to mean gentle.

I kissed my way up her inner thigh until it met her hip. I glanced up at her again. “You sure?”

Gods, she smelled so good.

She nodded. “Please, Quil…”

I couldn’t keep her waiting.

My first pass was light; I just wanted to lick her open so I could see her. Know what I was working with. But she shuddered.

“Oh gods… Quil.”

I repeated the motion, groaning when her thighs tried to close around my head. I held them apart, flicking my tongue against her. I hadn’t done this in a while…decades, in fact, but it came back really quickly with Rowena’s hand in my hair and her voice urging me on.

“Gods, yes… Quil… oh please… please…”

She tasted better than she smelled. I hummed as I licked her, flicking over her clit and circling it with my tongue. Her hips arched up into me. Gods, she was heaven.

This was it. How I wanted to spend the rest of my life, clenched between her thighs as she moaned my name.

When she came, it was a surprise to both of us, given how she started moaning and rocking against my face. Gorgeous, beautiful girl. She held my head against her until she stopped convulsing, only then releasing my hair, a few strands snagging and pulling out in her hands.

She lay back, boneless, and I sat up, licked my lips, and then wiped my face.

“Oh gods, Quil,” she murmured.

I couldn’t help the smug satisfaction I felt in that moment. She’d come apart. For me.

“Quil?” Her voice was soft. “Are you still with me?”

I nodded, my jaw tightening. “Yes. I’m here.”

“Come up here…” She reached out for me with both hands, her fingers flexing in the air.

I exhaled the faintest laugh as I crawled back over her.

“Quil…” She murmured, one hand on my shoulder, the other on my jaw.

“Hmm?”

“I need you inside me now.”

I exhaled.

Gods, I wanted to. Wanted to grab her hair and sink into her, fuck, she wanted me.

But no… no hair pulling. Just what she asked for.

“Are you sure?” I asked, searching deep in her eyes for any flicker of uncertainty.

“I’m sure,” she whispered. “I’m sure I want you, and I’m sure you’ve waited long enough.”

“I’m going slow,” I murmured. “So don’t get too excited.”

“Too late.”

I chuckled. “I mean it, Rowena. Every inch. Every kiss. Every single part of me. Slow.”

She nodded. “Quil. I want you. Slow or fast or some kind of medium tempo that fluctuates, I don’t care. I want you.”

I swallowed, pressed my forehead to hers as I lined myself up. I bit back a groan as I slid through the slick heat of her. “Last chance,” I practically growled. Her eyes darkened, and she bit her lip, nodding almost imperceptively.

I pressed into her, my eyes watching her for any sign of discomfort.

She moaned. “Gods, you’re thick…”

My breath stuttered, “Rowena…” She couldn’t talk like that, or I was going to break.

Once I was finally seated within her, I glanced back up to her face. She smiled, tucked my hair behind my ear. “Are you okay, Quil?”

Was I? No. I was more than that. Gods, the way she clung to me, the way her body welcomed me. Fuck… she was perfect.

I nodded slowly. “I’m fine, sweetheart…” Then, I pulled back and thrust forward.

ROWENA

Gods, he wasn’t wrong. He was intense. And slow. But there was nothing gentle about how he was fucking me.

One hand slid into mine, lacing our fingers as he pressed them above my head. His other hand slid to my hip, pulling my thigh up and around his waist and holding it there.

Every time he pressed into me, he whispered, fangs scraping over my pulse. “Mine. You’re mine. So tight. So wet. So perfect. You’re perfect, Rowena. Perfect. And mine.”

The rhythm was slow, but the intensity? Gods. I didn’t know what I’d do if he went faster. Nothing that he didn’t coax out of me. But gods. Fuck, why’d we wait so long?

My voice was thrust out of me, echoing in the cave as he buried himself to the hilt over and over again. Gods, I almost couldn’t control it. Not with every thrust feeling like pure bliss. I couldn’t help squeezing around him.

I wasn’t going to last long, but then again, I didn’t think he wanted me to, given how tightly he was holding himself back. Fuck, he looked ready to snap.

“Oh gods… Quil… Quil… Quil… I’m close, oh gods, I’m close…”

His rhythm stuttered only once. Right then. Before he released my leg and brought his hand between us, fingers finding my clit and softly rubbing. The callouses on his fingertips were perfect.

“Gods, gods… Quil… Quil, don’t stop… gods, don’t stop…”

His fangs teased at my throat as I tipped over the edge, moaning his name and squeezing him.

He grunted my name, hips jerking. I felt him pulsing before he stilled inside me, and then I felt the warmth spread. He stayed right there, for a long moment, kissing my throat until the aftershocks subsided, and then he slid slowly out of me with a soft groan.

“I love you so damn much,” he whispered. Then, he pushed up to his knees, pulling out of me with a wince, and I stretched out beneath him.

“I love you too,” I whispered.

He caught my eye and smiled, one of the purest smiles I’d ever seen on his face. No undertones; just pure joy.

He moved up to kiss me, lips catching mine and turning molten the second we touched.

He sat back, reaching for my hips. He gently rolled me over onto my stomach, and he tugged me until I was on all fours, then he leaned over me again.

“You didn’t think we were done yet, did you?

” There was a hint of mirth in his voice, and he kissed me on the neck before straightening up and sliding into me again.

“Fuck, Quil…” I moaned.

His thrusts were unhurried and devastating, pressing into me, hitting that spot that made me see stars.

He curled around me, breath hot at my ear. “Every inch of you… mine. I’m going to ruin you so slow, you’ll never forget it…”

My fingers grabbed the furs beneath me, holding on as tight as I could. “Then stop teasing and ruin me properly…” I moaned into the room.

He sat back, arm around my waist, and the other on my hip, holding me against him. “Careful what you wish for, sweetheart… you’ll be begging for it…”

Quil’s hips slammed up into me, dragging sounds from deep in my chest that I never knew were there.

“Then make me beg,” I moaned.

He growled, then, gripping my hips in both hands as he worked me up and down in his lap, softly bouncing me. I reached between my legs, and he sighed in my ear. “Yes, take it, take it…”

When I shook apart for the fourth time, I thought my legs might give out. Luckily, he wasn’t far behind me, coming with a loud groan in my ear as I felt him pulse deep inside me.

I carefully leaned forward, pulling myself off of him with a groan, and then I rolled over on my back.

I reached for him, and he pulled one of the bigger furs over both of us, lying beside me and then pulling me close so I could curl around him.

“I didn’t hurt you?” He whispered, still out of breath.

“Not at all. Not even close,” I panted in reply.

He nodded. “Promise?”

“I’d never lie about that. I couldn’t. Do you think I was faking?”

He laughed again. “No, I guess not.”

I snuggled back against him, encouraging him to spoon me. “You’re warm.”

“You’re mine.”

I hummed in contentment, and he trailed his fingers over my throat. My shoulder, my collarbone.

Down to my breasts.

He circled my nipples until they stiffened again.

He rocked his hips against me, and I could feel him. Thick and hard against my ass.

“Say it,” he whispered.

“Say what?”

“That you’re mine, say it.”

“I’m yours, Quil.”

He growled low in his throat, pulling my leg over his waist and turning into me, his cock still pressing. “You’re mine, and I want you again.”

“Gods, yes,” I whispered. “Yes, take me…”

He slid in to the hilt, and I cried out. “Quil, gods…”

He groaned, his hips snapping, and I leaned into it.

Whatever he wanted, he was right.

I was his.