Page 201 of Bitten & Burned
Gods, he wasn’t wrong. He was intense. And slow. But there was nothing gentle about how he was fucking me.
One hand slid into mine, lacing our fingers as he pressedthem above my head. His other hand slid to my hip, pulling my thigh up and around his waist and holding it there.
Every time he pressed into me, he whispered, fangs scraping over my pulse. “Mine. You’re mine. So tight. So wet. So perfect. You’re perfect, Rowena. Perfect. Andmine.”
The rhythm was slow, but the intensity? Gods. I didn’t know what I’d do if he went faster. Nothing that he didn’t coax out of me. But gods. Fuck, why’d we wait so long?
My voice was thrust out of me, echoing in the cave as he buried himself to the hilt over and over again. Gods, I almost couldn’t control it. Not with every thrust feeling like pure bliss. I couldn’t help squeezing around him.
I wasn’t going to last long, but then again, I didn’t think he wanted me to, given how tightly he was holding himself back. Fuck, he looked ready to snap.
“Oh gods… Quil… Quil… Quil… I’m close, ohgods,I’m close…”
His rhythm stuttered only once. Right then. Before he released my leg and brought his hand between us, fingers finding my clit and softly rubbing. The callouses on his fingertips were perfect.
“Gods, gods… Quil… Quil, don’t stop… gods, don’t stop…”
His fangs teased at my throat as I tipped over the edge, moaning his name and squeezing him.
He grunted my name, hips jerking. I felt him pulsing before he stilled inside me, and then I felt the warmth spread. He stayed right there, for a long moment, kissing my throat until the aftershocks subsided, and then he slid slowly out of me with a soft groan.
“I love you so damn much,” he whispered. Then, he pushed up to his knees, pulling out of me with a wince, and I stretched out beneath him.
“I love you too,” I whispered.
He caught my eye and smiled, one of the purest smiles I’d ever seen on his face. No undertones; just pure joy.
He moved up to kiss me, lips catching mine and turning molten the second we touched.
He sat back, reaching for my hips. He gently rolled me over onto my stomach, and he tugged me until I was on all fours, then he leaned over me again. “You didn’t think we were done yet, did you?” There was a hint of mirth in his voice, and he kissed me on the neck before straightening up and sliding into me again.
“Fuck, Quil…” I moaned.
His thrusts were unhurried and devastating, pressing into me, hitting that spot that made me see stars.
He curled around me, breath hot at my ear. “Every inch of you… mine. I’m going to ruin you so slow, you’ll never forget it…”
My fingers grabbed the furs beneath me, holding on as tight as I could. “Then stop teasing and ruin me properly…” I moaned into the room.
He sat back, arm around my waist, and the other on my hip, holding me against him. “Careful what you wish for, sweetheart… you’ll be begging for it…”
Quil’s hips slammed up into me, dragging sounds from deep in my chest that I never knew were there.
“Then make me beg,” I moaned.
He growled, then, gripping my hips in both hands as he worked me up and down in his lap, softly bouncing me. I reached between my legs, and he sighed in my ear. “Yes, take it, take it…”
When I shook apart for the fourth time, I thought my legs might give out. Luckily, he wasn’t far behind me, coming with a loud groan in my ear as I felt him pulse deep inside me.
I carefully leaned forward, pulling myself off of him with a groan, and then I rolled over on my back.
I reached for him, and he pulled one of the bigger furs over both of us, lying beside me and then pulling me close so I could curl around him.
“I didn’t hurt you?” He whispered, still out of breath.
“Not at all. Not even close,” I panted in reply.
He nodded. “Promise?”
