Page 67 of North

That she could pretend last time didn’t happen.

No fucking way.

I moved on instinct, pushing open her bedroom door and stalking toward the bed, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest as she slept. My Quinn. My stubborn, infuriating, beautiful Quinn.

She looked so fucking soft like this. Defenseless. Exposed.

I had never wanted her more.

I bent down, brushing my lips against the shell of her ear, my voice dark and low. “Did you miss me, baby?”

She stirred, her body tensing at the sound of my voice, at the feel of my breath on her skin. Her eyelashes fluttered, her lips parting slightly as she shifted under the covers. I couldn’t resist kissing her, slipping my tongue between her lips until I could taste her again.

But then her body went rigid, and she pushed me away, so eager to start a fight when we hadn’t even made up yet. I let her at first, ignoring her accusing question. Where else would I be, if not with her?

“North?” she snapped again, and I winked at her, ignoring her sigh.

“North.” Her voice was clipped as she repeated her question from earlier. “What are you doing here?”

I smirked, pushing her back into the bed as I closed the distance between us and put my weight on my forearms. I dragged the tip of my nose down the column of her throat, inhaling her scent. “I couldn’t stay away.”

Her breath hitched, but she tried to push me back. I caught her wrist easily, pinning it down onto the mattress.

“I missed you, Quinn. I fucking missed you.”

She glared at me, her expression hard despite the way her pulse betrayed her. “You don’t get to say that. You don’t get to follow me here and pretend that fixes anything.”

I hummed, letting my free hand slip beneath the covers, down the curve of her waist. She shuddered. “It doesn’t fix anything,” I murmured, pressing my lips against her collarbone. “But it doesn’t change anything either.”

Her laugh was bitter, but her body betrayed her, arching into my touch before she caught herself. “After everything you’ve done, you think I’m just going to forgive you because you showed up and said some pretty words?”

“No,” I said simply, brushing my lips over hers, just enough for her to feel it. “I never expected that.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but I didn’t let her.

I kissed her instead.

It wasn’t soft or coaxing—it was raw, demanding, filled with every dark, twisted thing inside me that needed to own her. She gasped against my mouth, her hands shoving at my chest, but I didn’t let her go.

Instead, I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head as I pressed my body flush against hers. My baby girl slept in a nightgown, and it was so fucking easy to pull it off and leave her naked skin open to my eyesight.

“You miss me, baby?” I whispered against her lips, grinding my hips into her slowly, deliberately. “Miss the way I stretched this pretty little cunt open and filled it up?”

Her breath hitched, a strangled sound escaping her throat as she tried to twist away. “Fuck you.”

I smirked, dragging my teeth over her jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin. “You already did, sweetheart.”

She let out a frustrated noise, trying to kick me off, but I caught her leg, forcing her open. My fingers traced her pretty lips, slipping in between her folds to confirm what I already knew.

She was fucking soaked.

“Liar,” I murmured, slipping my fingers through her slick folds, teasing her entrance.

She gasped, her whole body jerking at the contact. “North—”

I thrust two fingers inside her without warning, swallowing her moan with my lips. She clenched around me instantly, her hips bucking, her thighs tightening around my waist.

“That’s it,” I growled against her skin, curling my fingers to hit that spot that made her breath hitch. “You can pretend all you want, but this greedy little pussy knows who it belongs to.”

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