Page 77 of Fragile

“If I give in, I don’t think I’ll ever stop,” I say, running my hand down her shoulder, pushing the strap of her lace bra down. Her entire body shudders as her mouth opens on a gasp.

“Then don’t,” she pleads, so I use my other hand to push down the opposite strap. As the material falls away, she shrugs her shoulders, and I unhook the bra from behind, revealing her perfect breasts. She gently moves her hand over me again, and I feel my hips flex from the sight of her, the feel of her palm against my sensitive skin. I’m unraveling at an alarming rate around this girl.

“Miles?” she says, bringing my focus back to her face.

“Yeah, Queenie?”

“I want you inside of me.”

My heart pounds so hard I can feel it in my throat. Every muscle in my body tightens, desire roaring in my veins, but I force myself to stay still, to give her the space to change her mind, even though the thought of pulling away feels impossible. The need to claim her, to make her mine in every way, is overwhelming—almost suffocating—but I can’t lose control, not yet.

“I want that too. Are you sure?” I breathe out, trying to hold on by a thread. “Because once I’ve been inside you, once I’ve tasted you, marked you, and made you come, you belong to me only.”

“I think…” She pauses, her voice so quiet and breathless I almost don’t hear her. “I think I’ve always belonged to you.”

Something inside me snaps. Maybe that’s exactly what I needed to hear. I bite back a groan at the idea of being with her as she unbuttons her pants and, suddenly, I’ve lost all sense ofslow and soft. I felt every single word she just whispered to me, the declaration looping around my heart and squeezing tightly. I need to show her how much it means to me.

She lifts her hips, dragging her pants down her toned legs, and I reach for her panties, looking in her eyes for confirmation I can do what I want to do. Giving me a subtle nod, she lies back completely as I rid her of her clothes.

The sight knocks the wind from my lungs. Quinn bare and on my bed is not an image I’ll ever forget. Freckles scatter her soft skin, too many to count, and most are barely visible, but seeing her splayed out on my bed, the contrast of my navy sheets against her pale skin, I feel like I can see constellations decorating her complexion.

My cock nestles at her entrance, encompassed with her heat. Dragging myself over her, I feel her wetness coat me, making me slip up to her clit. “Oh my god,” she gasps, meeting my thrusts. “Miles, now. Please.”

The tip of me rests exactly where I want to be, and for a second, I forget my head. “Condom,” I force out, moving backward slightly.

Quinn’s eyes widen for a second, but she doesn’t move. “Go,” she tells me with urgency, eyes never wavering from mine.

I quickly move, finding the foil packet in my bedside drawer, ripping it open and sheathing myself in record time.

Our eyes connect once more as the frantic need makes way for something else I’m feeling for her. Something that goes beyond all the physical stuff we’ve been doing. “You ready?”

“For your above average dick?”

I chuckle at her sass, and she laughs, pulling my face down to hers. “I’m ready.”

And with one slow, purposeful movement, I’m fully inside of her, and I know in this moment I belong to her too.

Chapter thirty-five

Quinn

Oh my god, Ohmy god. Oh my god.

I’m having sex with Miles.

Earlier this year, I’d resigned myself to the idea of loving him always from afar and now we couldn’t be closer. Skin to skin. Connected in the most intimate way.

“Jesus, Quinn. You feel…” He pushes the words out but doesn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he exhales a breath. “I’m going to move, you good?”

I nod, because I need him to move too. As he inches out and pushes back in, the initial burn becomes something much more pleasurable, intense, and makes my back arch. He does it again, and I lift my hips to meet his movements, giving me more opportunity to open my legs farther for him.

The groan that leaves his mouth is the most intoxicating sound I’ve ever heard, and then he says, “I’m going to lift one of your legs, okay?”

“Yes,” I say on an exhale. As he lifts my leg, he moves deeper inside of me, and my entire body comes to life. I’m buzzing withelectricity, raw, exposed wires crossing over each other, igniting sparks and flames. “Oh god. Oh god.”

He hums a little laugh above me, my leg still wrapped around his tattooed forearm, and the image alone is too much, let alone the sensation. “Hmm, that’s it, that’s what I wanted. Fuck,” he says, pumping into me. “You’re perfect for me.”

Over and over, he kisses me and makes my body sing for him in ways no one else has. My skin tingles, belly tightening as the impending orgasm whispers around me.

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