Page 158 of Scars Like Wings

Some part of me registered the wind stopping, the sound of a door slamming, and my ass connecting with something plush, but I couldn’t focus on it. Not when Quinn’s hands were tracing my curves and rolls and sending tingles through every part of me. Quinn’s mouth left mine, and she kissed her way down my jawline to my neck to a patch of scales on my shoulder. A moan ripped itself from my body as her lips touched that spot.

“Yes, sweetness, be as loud as you want. By the time I’m done, I want the entire island to know who did this to you.” Quinn’s voice was so husky and smoky, her breath so hot against my skin, that I whimpered. Only Quinn could leave me such a mess.

She kissed her way down my shoulder and back toward my boobs. She kissed where my chest swelled over the strapless bra and neckline of my dress. Her hands groped my breasts as she did, squeezing and teasing in all the right ways. The fabric of my bra and her rough ministrations on my sensitive nipples drove me wild. I threw my head back and cried out. Quinn kissed her way into my cleavage but was stopped by my clothes.

Quinn leaned back and gripped my dress. Before I could say anything, she ripped it down the middle like it was made of paper and shoved the pieces down my arms to reveal my bra and matching lacy thong underneath. My jaw dropped. “My dress?—!”

“I’ll buy you a new one.” Quinn returned to worshiping my boobs. “I will buy you one in every color, anything you want. I will give you the world and then the universe. But I need to see you. All of you. Right now. I will pay whatever the cost for that.”

My heart fluttered at her words. I loved her so very much.

“Well,” I took off my bra and sighed at the freedom from the constricting band. “I love this bra, and it’s hard to find one I like.”

When I looked back at Quinn, I couldn’t hold back the wide and huge smile on my face. It was her turn to drop her jaw as her eyes hungrily took me in. I preened under her starving stare.

I had never felt sexier than right now.

“See something you like, my love?” I tilted my head.

“I don’t think I have ever seen anything more beautiful in my life.”

Quinn kissed the center of my chest where my large bee sternum tattoo sat. She took her time, following the black ink of the bee and the peonies between and underneath my breasts with her lips. She kissed her way to each nipple. Just when I thought she was going to put her mouth on one, she would teasingly kiss her way over to the other one. I tangled my hands in her curls. When she did it to me what felt like the millionth time, I pulled at her hair. I felt her breath on my nipple as she chuckled. Whatever I opened my mouth to say transformed into a moan as she finally took my nipple in her mouth while pinching the other one between her fingers.

I arched my back to push more of my breasts into her mouth. It was sohot. She worked the sensitive nerves, taking her time to give each peak its own time and attention from both her mouthand fingers. I was seeing stars from that alone, but I needed more.

I needed Quinn.

All of her.

“Quinn, please,” I moaned. “I need my Papi. Please.”

Quinn gently took one of my nipples between her teeth, and I gasped. I thought she was going to tease me more. But instead, she reached up and kissed me hard and fast. She lifted me off the bed and sat me back against my pillows. Something cold touched my bare back, making me jump and hiss.

Quinn broke our kiss. “What’s wrong?”

I pulled the offending item out from behind me. It was my stuffed bunny, Stella. I must have leaned against one of her glass eyes. I huffed and gently tossed her off the bed.

“Hey, that’s no way to treat Stella.”

I shook my head. “She’s a clit-blocker. She knows better, so she deserved that.”

Quinn clicked her tongue. “So disrespectful.”

She swallowed my chuckles in another kiss. The whole moment sent a wave of affection washing over me. So, I deepened our kiss. I kissed forever into it. With my lips, I wished for every one of Quinn’s dreams to come true, for her to find happiness. I kissed love into her and how it felt for me. Quinn matched me in kind as if she was doing the same.

Distantly, I heard the snap of my thong. I shivered at the sudden chill and air. I was sowet. Quinn’s finger torturously touched my lips. I moaned into Quinn’s mouth and lifted my hips to get her to stop playing. When Quinn kept at it, I bit her lower lip in the way that drove her wild.

“Mhmm,tú eres una hechicera muy traviesa.” Before I could ask what she had said, her thumb was on my clit and a finger was inside of me. She was rough and fast, her teasing nature nonexistent now. It was even more delicious than this morning.I threw my head back, grinding my hips into her hands as I rode her fingers. Just like this morning, my powers surfaced the closer I came. The desire to bite her was even greater than before, and it took all the little bit of focus that I had left to tamper the urge down. Something within me roared, loud and fierce. But I cooled it, reassuring it that it would happen, but this moment wasn’t the time.

There are other ways to mark her, though,the voice growled, and I agreed.

Through my breathy moans and whimpers, I heard the sound of fabric ripping as I clawed at Quinn’s back, shoulders, arms. I felt my talons as they sunk into Quinn’s skin. There was a part of me that relished my scratches being on her skin even for a moment before they healed and disappeared. I liked marking her as mine, having something to show for tonight and every night from now on. She hissed but didn’t miss a beat, keeping her same pace. If anything, she sped up a bit more.

I was so close.

“Quinn, my P-Papi, don’t stop. Gods, don’t stop!”

“I will never stop. For you, I will never stop.” Quinn kissed my forehead. “I love seeing you riding my fingers too much.”

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