Page 119 of Brutal Vows
“I know it’s hard for you to understand, but some people like to engage in that activity from time to time.”
“The only thing that’s hard for me to understand is how such a good-looking woman can sound like a broken lawnmower when she sleeps.”
“I have no idea what that means.”
“It means you have sleep apnea.”
I sigh and roll my eyes. “I don’t have sleep apnea.”
He wraps a heavy arm around my waist and kisses my nape. “You do. All the wild boars and elephants within a thousand miles heard your scary mating call,” he whispers, a smile in his voice.
“Spent much time with wild animals, have you?”
He snorts. “Only my whole life.”
Nuzzling his nose into my hair, he inhales deeply, then exhaleswith a satisfied sigh. He murmurs, “Good morning, Mrs. Quinn. You smell like an enchanted forest.”
With a feeling of wonder, it hits me: the man is a romantic.
He’s a hardened criminal who lives outside the laws of society, kills people without breaking a sweat, and probably robs banks and enjoys a little arson in his free time, but he’s also a romantic.
Dazed by that realization, I murmur, “Good morning to you, Mr. Quinn.”
“Did you sleep well?”
“For the most part. There was this big, hard object that kept poking into me at every turn, waking me up, but I managed to get a few hours in.”
Quinn flexes his hips, pressing his erection into my bottom. “Whatever could it have been, do you think?”
“There’s a broken spring in the mattress.”
“Hilarious.”
Caressing my breasts, he kisses my neck and hooks a leg over both of mine, pulling me closer. He whispers, “I’d like to put in a request with the home office that my wife always sleep in the nude.”
“Hmm. We’ll take it under consideration.”
Pulling on a nipple, he gently bites my shoulder. His voice grows husky. “I need to fuck you, woman.”
That makes me smile. “I think you take too many vitamins.”
His hand drifts down my belly, dipping between my legs. “It’s not vitamins. It’s you. You make my dick so hard, it hurts.”
“Sounds like you should seek medical attention for that.”
Making small, lazy circles, he rubs his fingers over my clit. He trails his lips up my neck, tickling me with his beard.
He whispers, “You have no idea what it does to me when you shiver like that.”
“I can’t help it.”
“I know. That’s why it’s so bloody hot. How do you want me to make you come first? Fingers, mouth, or cock?”
Arching my back and grasping his forearm, I eagerly wriggle my butt into his pelvis. “Fingers and cock at the same time, please.”
Pleased by that, he growls. “That’s my greedy girl. And so polite.”
As he delves a thick finger inside my pussy, I breathe, “I was brought up to have good manners.”
