Page 99 of Brutal Vows
But for now, I simply obey my viper’s command and take her back down to the bed.
TWENTY-THREE
REY
Lying on top of me with the length of his big, heavy body pressed against mine, Quinn kisses me with a strange sort of desperation, as if he’s trying to fit everything I never had into one kiss.
I don’t bother telling him he doesn’t have to try so hard, because I’m loving the attention.
“My sweet viper,” he murmurs against my mouth. Gazing down at me, he says something in Gaelic that I don’t understand.
“English, please.”
“English doesn’t have the right words.”
“For what?”
“How beautiful you are.”
Part of me wants to tell him he’s a cheeseball, but his eyes are shining with emotion and there’s a swelling pressure inside my chest. So I simply smile at him and dig my fingers into all his soft golden hair.
He lowers his head to my breasts and sucks a nipple into his mouth.
A lightning bolt of pleasure shoots straight down between my legs. I gasp, arching into him.
“So responsive,” he growls, sounding pleased.
He moves to my other breast and sucks that nipple, too, swirling his tongue around and around until it’s taut and aching. I close my eyes and slide my hands over his shoulders, learning their shape as my body comes alive under his mouth.
“Your stitches need to come out,” I whisper, shivering.
“Aye. Right after I fuck every part of you.”
His voice is so guttural with desire, it makes goose bumps form on my skin. He kisses his way down my chest to my stomach, nuzzling and nipping me gently with his teeth. His beard is soft but also scratchy, making a wonderful tickle everywhere it drags.
I want to feel that tickle between my thighs.
“Quinn?”
“Hush,” he says firmly. “You’re not in charge.”
I don’t know why the command in his voice makes me sigh with pleasure. I don’t know why his words of praise feel as good as a hand stroked over my skin. The only thing I know is that the bulge in his trousers is big and hard, and I want it inside me desperately.
But I bite my tongue and keep quiet, letting him go at his own pace.
Thumbing over my rigid nipples, he kisses his way down my belly, pausing to bite my hip. It’s not hard, but it’s very dominant, as if he’s sayingThis is mine.Moving lower, he bites my inner thighs, too, one after the other, licking and sucking the flesh where his teeth pressed.
It feels so good, I groan.
He whispers, “You like that?”
“Yes.”
“What about this?”
He gently bites me between the legs.
I suck in a breath, stiffening. It doesn’t hurt, I’m just shocked to feel teeth in such a tender spot. He quickly pulls off my panties, then gets right back between my legs, lapping at my folds with his tongue. I groan louder, pulling his hair.
