Page 200 of Bitten & Burned
She tasted better than she smelled. I hummed as I licked her, flicking over her clit and circling it with my tongue. Her hips arched up into me. Gods, she was heaven.
This was it. How I wanted to spend the rest of my life, clenched between her thighs as she moaned my name.
When she came, it was a surprise to both of us, given how she started moaning and rocking against my face. Gorgeous, beautiful girl. She held my head against her until she stopped convulsing, only then releasing my hair, a few strands snagging and pulling out in her hands.
She lay back, boneless, and I sat up, licked my lips, and then wiped my face.
“Oh gods, Quil,” she murmured.
I couldn’t help the smug satisfaction I felt in that moment. She’d come apart. For me.
“Quil?” Her voice was soft. “Are you still with me?”
I nodded, my jaw tightening. “Yes. I’m here.”
“Come up here…” She reached out for me with both hands, her fingers flexing in the air.
I exhaled the faintest laugh as I crawled back over her.
“Quil…” She murmured, one hand on my shoulder, the other on my jaw.
“Hmm?”
“I need you inside me now.”
I exhaled.
Gods, I wanted to. Wanted to grab her hair and sink into her, fuck, she wanted me.
But no… no hair pulling. Just what she asked for.
“Are you sure?” I asked, searching deep in her eyes for any flicker of uncertainty.
“I’m sure,” she whispered. “I’m sure I want you, and I’m sure you’ve waited long enough.”
“I’m going slow,” I murmured. “So don’t get too excited.”
“Too late.”
I chuckled. “I mean it, Rowena. Every inch. Every kiss. Every single part of me. Slow.”
She nodded. “Quil. I want you. Slow or fast or some kind of medium tempo that fluctuates, I don’t care. I want you.”
I swallowed, pressed my forehead to hers as I lined myself up. I bit back a groan as I slid through the slick heat of her. “Last chance,” I practically growled. Her eyes darkened, and she bit her lip, nodding almost imperceptively.
I pressed into her, my eyes watching her for any sign of discomfort.
She moaned. “Gods, you’re thick…”
My breath stuttered, “Rowena…” She couldn’t talk like that, or I was going to break.
Once I was finally seated within her, I glanced back up to her face. She smiled, tucked my hair behind my ear. “Are you okay, Quil?”
Was I? No. I was more than that. Gods, the way she clung to me, the way her body welcomed me. Fuck… she was perfect.
I nodded slowly. “I’m fine, sweetheart…” Then, I pulled back and thrust forward.
ROWENA
