Page 25 of Rehabbing the Beast
Chapter Sixteen
Seth awoke with thewarmth of Quinn’s body snuggled close against him. Her silky hair fell across his chest; one arm and one leg rested on him as if afraid he might try to slip away in the night.
As if there was a chance of that happening.
He couldn’t see her face, but he could feel the strong, steady beat of her heart. It beat in rhythm with his own, and he wondered if it would always be like that. If he would always feel as connected to her as he was at that moment.
Thank you, God.He never would have believed it possible to know such peace. He had awoken her several times during the evening and throughout the night to make love to her. Each time she had surrendered herself willingly; her incredible passion rivaled his own. The thought of spending the rest of his life with her filled him with sensations he never thought he’d feel again: hope. Joy. Anticipation.
He would let her rest for a little while, but they would be making love again before they left to return to the idyllic little valley. Maybe several times.Yeah.Definitely several times.
His inner beast yawned and stretched, lazily blinking its golden eyes, finally content.
Today they would meet with the priest and set a date, the date where they would speak vows before the townspeople and before God to love, honor, and cherish each other. It was all for show, though. He’d already made those promises to Quinn, in his heart and in his mind. She had done the same.
He must have dozed off again, because the next thing he knew, he felt the most glorious pull on his cock. Opening his eyes, he found Quinn nestled between his legs, exploring him with her hands and tongue.
“Quinn!” he managed to choke out. “Ah, God, baby. What are you doing?”
She stopped licking him long enough to look up at him. “I must not be doing it right if you have to ask. Do you know, this is the only part of you I haven’t had my hands on yet?” One slim, strong hand curled around him and squeezed around the base, pumping up and down as her lips parted and she took the broad head into her mouth.
“Fuck!” he cried, fisting his hands in her hair.
“That’s more like it,” she purred against him.
Who was this bold angelic vixen who had possessed his sweet, innocent Quinn? His beast answered for him, howling in blessed torment: their mate. That one perfect woman who was everything, who knew what they needed before they did. Had always known. They’d just been too blind to see it.
But no longer. The blinders had been removed, and both Seth and his beast willingly surrendered themselves over to her. Hands, fingers, lips, teeth, tongue, until all he could see was a haze. His hips bucked, matching the rhythm she’d set, until he could no longer contain his need to explode.
Grasping beneath her shoulders, he pulled her up his body and then rolled her beneath him in one, smooth graceful move. He only hoped she was ready, because he didn’t want to stop. In one fierce, desperate thrust he embedded himself fully inside of her. Two thrusts and she was screaming his name and rippling around him in ecstasy; three, and he was joining her.
“Why did you do that?” he asked when he was capable of speech again. She nuzzled her face into his neck. “You didn’t like it?”
He snorted. “I loved it, Quinn. I’m just trying to understand where that came from.”
“I wanted to please you.”
“Ah, Quinn,” he said, pulling her closer. How had he ever thought he could live without her?
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QUINN’S BODY WAS HUMMING. Seth had done amazing things to her body, introducing her to a whole new world of how two people could express love for one another. She had to sit carefully in the car; some parts were deliciously sore and even small bumps in the road were reminders of how they had spent the last twenty-four hours.
“You okay?” he asked, interlacing his fingers with hers.
“Better than okay,” she said, smiling, but the smile quickly faded.
“I hurt you, didn’t I?” he said, his expression regretful. “I’m sorry, Quinn. I really tried to be gentle.”
“You were gentle, Seth,” she assured him. “I’m just... having trouble believing this is real. It seems to be too good to be true.”
Seth lifted their hands and kissed her knuckles. “I know what you mean. But it’s real, Quinn. And I think we deserve a little happiness, you and I.”
Quinn nodded as she finally allowed the reality to soak in. Today they would see the priest, and if Seth had his way, they would be married within the month. That was fine with her, she thought, as she already felt the first stirring deep inside her.
She smiled, wondering if their daughter would have her father’s eyes...