Page 43 of Riot

His rhythm faltered for just a moment, his eyes searching mine with wonder and disbelief.It was the first time either of us had said those words.We’d shown our love in countless ways over the past months, but neither had dared speak it aloud until now.

“Say it again,” he demanded, his hips driving harder now, pushing me toward another peak.

“I love you, Quinn Devereaux,” I gasped, cupping his face between my hands.“I love everything about you.”

He captured my mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing my cries as he thrust deeper.His hand slipped between us, finding my clit with unerring precision.The dual sensations of his cock inside me and his fingers against my most sensitive spot had me spiraling toward release again.

“Come for me, Vi,” he urged, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own climax.“Wanna feel you come around my cock.”

My second orgasm hit even harder than the first.I shattered around him, crying out his name as I thrashed helplessly underneath him.Quinn soon followed me, burying himself deep as he found his own release with a hoarse groan against my neck.

For several minutes, we lay tangled together, our breathing gradually slowing.Quinn’s weight pressed me into the mattress, but I welcomed it, the solid reality of him anchoring me to this moment, this life we’d built together.

“Did you mean it?”he finally asked, lifting his head to look at me.

“Every word,” I whispered, tracing the line of his jaw.“I love you, Quinn.”

His smile was breathtaking in its intensity.“I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you, I think.Just took me a while to understand what I was feeling.”He rolled to his side, taking me with him, so we remained connected.His fingers traced lazy patterns on my back as we basked in the afterglow.

“So,” I said after a comfortable silence.“About that motorcycle…”

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