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I let out a low, rough laugh, dark amusement curling in my chest as I dragged her trembling hands to my hard cock. Her gasp filled the space between us, sharp and vulnerable, and I couldn’t stop the grin that spread across my face.

“Remember what you did last time?” I murmured, my voice dropping as I knelt between her legs, grinding her soft palm against me, slow and deliberate. Her fingers curled instinctively, and I thrust into her grip, watching her reaction with feral satisfaction. “I’m going to paint your pussy white, rabbit. Then I’m going to bury my face between your legs and make you scream my name until the lake remembers it.”

Her cheeks flushed a deep, crimson red, but she didn’t pull away. Her lips trembled, parting as if to protest, but instead, she whispered, “Then do it.”

The permission unraveled something dark and possessive in me.

I didn’t waste another second. My mouth was on hers, hard and demanding, swallowing the small sound of surprise she made. She stiffened for half a second, but I didn’t give her a choice, deepening the kiss, claiming her mouth the way I’d been craving since the first time I tasted her. My tongue slid against hers, coaxing and commanding, my teeth nipping at her lips as I pulled her closer.

Her body trembled against mine, the softness of her skin, the warmth of her breath—she was the fuel to my fire. I kissed her harder, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her into me like I could mold her to my body.

“I think you’re starting to like this,” I growled, my lips brushing against her ear as I trailed kisses down her neck. The sound of her breath hitching made my chest tighten, and I couldn’t hold back the smirk that followed.

Her breath stuttered, but she managed to shoot back, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

A dark chuckle rumbled through me, shaking my shoulders. “Bet no one’s made you cum as hard as I have.”

Her lips parted, but this time, there was no retort. Just a sharp gasp as my mouth found her collarbone, trailing lower, leaving a path of heat against her skin. My hands moved instinctively, exploring her body, gripping and teasing, memorizing the curves that had been hidden from me for too damn long.

Her hand was still on me, pleasuring me with short, hesitant strokes that screamed of inexperience. That only made my cock harder, my desire sharper, the need to ruin her consuming every rational thought I had left.

“Work me harder, rabbit,” I muttered, my voice rough with arousal as I gripped her thigh to hold her steady. “I’m not gonna break.”

Her chest rose and fell in rapid rhythm, her lip caught between her teeth as she pumped me harder, her movements growing bolder. A hiss escaped me as her other hand found my balls, her touch firmer than I expected, and I felt my control slipping.

“Fuck, that’s it,” I groaned, my head falling to her shoulder for a moment as I felt the pressure building fast, raw and overwhelming. “You’re gonna make me lose it, baby.”

Her grip tightened, her strokes more deliberate now, and I growled low in my throat, the sound vibrating against her skin.

“I’m getting close,” I warned, my voice strained, and I pushed onto one elbow, leaning over her, trapping her beneath me. My free hand found her jaw, tilting her face so I could see the flush on her cheeks, the way her lips parted in anticipation.

“Let me go,” I ordered roughly, my tone leaving no room for argument. “And spread those legs for me.”

She obeyed, her eyes wide, her thighs parting with a vulnerability that sent a jolt of possessiveness through me.

“Good girl,” I murmured, my hand wrapping around my cock, slick from her touch, stroking roughly as I positioned myself above her. My breathing was ragged, my body tense as I worked myself harder, the ache building into something unstoppable.

“Fuck,” I hissed through clenched teeth, my strokes growing faster. “Fuck, Quinn…”

Her eyes stayed locked on me, her breath catching as I let out a sharp groan, the release hitting me like a sucker punch.

My hips bucked, my cum painting her bare thighs and stomach, marking her like I’d wanted to from the moment I saw her getting into the water.

I stayed there for a moment, my chest heaving, my hand still loosely wrapped around my cock as the aftershocks ran through me.

“Look at you,” I muttered, my voice low and gravelly as I stared down at her, the mess I’d made on her skin glistening under the faint moonlight. “Fucking perfect.”

Her cheeks burned red, her lips trembling, but she didn’t shy away. Instead, she looked up at me with a defiance that sent another spark of desire through me.

“Are you really going to…” she trailed off, gesturing toward her pussy.

A dark smirk curled on my lips as I pulled myself down her body and opened her up wider. “Am I really going to…” I raised an eyebrow, mocking her as I pushed two thick fingers into her cunt and curled them against her g-spot. “Do this?”

Her eyes darkened with want and my smirk grew as I pushed my weight down on her thighs and positioned my face right in the thick of it. “Or this?” I taunted, flattening my tongue and swirling it around her clit.

Quinn let out a ragged moan.

“Spread your legs wider,” I told her, my tone rougher than I intended. She hesitated for a second, but then she obeyed, her legs butterflying under the pressure of my arms.

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