Page 17 of Final Reckoning

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Every Oath I’ve Ever Sworn

Her eyes go wide as soonas I start to push inside her. Fuck, she’s tight, her silky wet heat urging me on, squeezing my cock so hard it’s almost too much. But I can’t stop. I need to be inside her more than I need to take my next breath.

I draw back and press in, stretching her, filling her, branding every inch of her sweet cunt with my cock. Only when she’s stuffed with me, ready to burst, do I stop, buried inside her, and take her mouth again.

She tastes like spiced sugar, intoxicating and irresistible. I could kiss her forever, and I do, tangling my tongue with hers until she starts to move against me, until her legs twine with mine.

My ribs are protesting. I don’t give a fuck. Probably any position would be easier than being on top, but fuck that too. I’m about as civilized as a caveman right now.

Nuzzling her ear, holding myself still inside her, I give her the truth. “I’ve needed this since the night you handed me that ice cream.”

“Teo,” she whispers.

Hearing her use my childhood nickname tears a scab off my soul, exposing a wound I thought had long since healed. It hurts like hell, but beneath the pain is something better. Something that’s all Quinn.

As if she senses it, she frames my face with her hands, gazing into my eyes. “Baby,” she whispers. Soft and tender and generous: everything she is, and also all the reasons I’m an asshole for making her mine.

She deserves someone better. Too bad. I’m not giving her up, not now.

Pulling back a little, I fill her again. I’m determined to take it slow, not hammer her like I want to. Quinn might as well have been wearing a neon sign that said “Never been fucked.”

Virgins have never been my thing, but for her I’ll break all my usual rules. She’s moaning now, soft little cries that go straight to my cock. “Teo,” she says, and the pleading in her voice is unmistakable.

She wants more – exactly what I want to give her. But if I let go, if I don’t keep a tight grip on the reins, I might hurt her. And I’ll certainly break my promise to pull out. I’ll fill her with my seed, plant a baby in her belly.

Not that I mind the idea. Of all the women I’ve known, there was never one I could imagine having kids with ... not until Quinn. The image of her swollen with my child is hot as fuck.

“Teo, please.”

“We gotta go slow, sweetheart.”

“I’m all right.”

I kiss her neck. “I’m hanging on by a thread.”

One of her hands strokes down my back to cup my ass. “It’s … been a while?”

“Years.” It’s why I know I’m safe, though she didn’t even ask me.

“Honey,” she says, and there’s such gentle sorrow in her voice.

I lift my head to look at her. “You’re sad I haven’t been screwing every woman in sight?”

She presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I’m sad for whatever the reasons are that you’ve had to cut yourself off from every source of affection, comfort, support.”

Fuck. This woman. She’s killing me. “Quinn Callahan,” I say, and she kisses me again, and I speed up a little because I can’t hold back any longer.

We’re moving together now, her hips rising to meet me, the ancient rhythms taking over. I reach down to find her clit, and she covers my hand with hers. “That’s right,” I tell her. “You’re going to come on my cock.”

Her head goes back, her breath coming in short gasps. “Teo!”

“Come for me, Quinn.” I give her swollen tip a light pinch and she arches against me. “All the way, now. Let go.” My fingers circle and rub, and she cries out, her hips bucking wildly, driving her up onto my cock, her pussy clenching and releasing.

I hold still until she goes limp beneath me. A few more strokes, and my balls tighten, electricity traveling from my toes to the base of my spine. At the last second, I jerk free and paint her breasts and belly with my release.

She smiles at me like she just won the lottery.

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