Page 212 of Bitten & Burned
I was so wet, he slid right in, and his groan was indecent, the slick slide of him bottoming out.
“Fuck, you’re perfect…” he moaned.
He gripped my hips, hauled them up in the air as he set a pace that practically stole my breath, and then he shifted until he had me bent in half, slamming into me as I struggled both to breathe and not to come apart.
He was everywhere…
I let my head hit the floor, and I groaned, “Quil…”
“That’s right, sweetheart, say it, scream it. Let everyone know who’s in charge of you, Rowena.”
“Quil…”
“Fuck, that’s good,” he moaned, his rhythm stammering as he slammed into me harder and harder. I felt my body rise and rise, cresting once, and bringing me back down again.
I sobbed into the air, my hands above my head, while Quil pounded into me. “Gods Quil, I’m…”
“I know, I can feel it, your tight little cunt squeezing me. Gods, you’re so perfect, so tight and warm around me…”
My hips slammed into his; the sounds were obscene and filledthe room, and then I felt it. Hot and wet. He thrust into me. Hard. So hard, and then he grunted, his hips faltering as he finished.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he hissed. “So fucking perfect…”
He slid out, still fully erect. “On your knees, Rowena.”
I scrambled to obey, and I even put my hands behind my back.
He was still hard, desperately so, and dripping.
“Clean me off first, sweetheart…”
I did, licking him and me off his skin as he held himself still like an offering.
“We’re going to start again slow, but you’re taking every inch, do you hear me?”
I nodded.
“Words.”
“Yes. Every inch.”
He smirked and ran his fingers through my hair, gripping it and pushing me forward onto his cock.
He fed it to me slowly, just like he said he would, inch by inch.
“Gods, your mouth…” Quil moaned softly. “Thought about doing this since I met you.”
I looked up at him, surprised.
He smiled and fed me more, pushing back further into my mouth. “Yeah, I've wanted you since I met you. Thought about this every time I heard you fucking Vael in his room. Thought about how good you’d be for me. You looked like you wanted to be a good girl, and now I can tell. You’re such a good girl, Rowena.”
He was pressing against the back of my throat now, my lips stretched around him. His eyes were nearly closed as he slowly pushed in and out of my mouth. Spit dripped down into my lap.
“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve fantasized about anyone?” he whispered, pushing back further. “Decades. And then you come along and I can’t stop thinking…” He grunted, stopping for a moment before he whispered. “Breathe in, sweetheart…”
I did, and he pushed all the way back, touching the back of my throat as I tried not to gag around him. “Gods, fucking hells…” He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut before his face relaxed and he pulled back. I took another deep breath, and he pushed in again, just as far back. I was ready this time.
“Gods, you take me so well…” He hissed. “But… fuck. Where was I? Ohhh, right. Decades without so much as a whisper, and then you come along and I’m thinking about you every night. On your knees, just like this, letting me feed you my cock…”
