“Yeah, you fucking like it, don’t you?” I grit out, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. “Gonna fuck you so hard, so deep.”
She cries out, her voice breathless and desperate. “Yes, please. Harder.”
I groan, my control fraying as I thrust into her, over and over, driven by the need to claim and possess. “Yeah? You like it when I take what’s mine? Tell me. Say it.”
“Yes!” she cries, her head thrown back, her body shaking. “It’s yours, all yours. Please, more.”
Releasing her wrists, I grasp her hips and flip her over. She lands on her back, her legs falling open, and I lunge back into her, our bodies slamming together. She’s so wet and ready, taking me deep.
“You feel that?” I growl, my eyes locked on hers. “You feel how deep I’m in you?”
She bites her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as I move in and out of her. “Yes, please don’t stop.”
I reach down, wrapping my hand around her throat, applying just enough pressure to let her know I’m in control. She makes a soft sound, her eyes flying open, meeting mine.
I lean in, my lips brushing hers as I thrust into her. “Come for me, mia cara,” I murmur against her mouth. “Let me feel it.”
She shudders, her walls clenching around me as she obeys. “Nico!” she cries out, arching beneath me.
I let go of her throat, my hand moving down to her hip as I thrust through her orgasm, wanting to draw out her pleasure. “That’s it, just let go. Feel me inside you.”
Her mouth drops open as the climax rolls through her, seeming to go on forever, and my self-restraint finally snaps. I drive into her hard and fast, my balls drawing up tight. As the last shudder of her orgasm wracks her body, I come inside her, spilling my release into her tight pussy.
We’re both breathing hard in the aftermath, and our gazes meet as the tension in our bodies starts to drain away. Her tears start to fall then—a mix of the raw, intense pleasure and the catharsis of the last few days. It shreds me inside to see them, but I know this is what she needs. It’s what we both need.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” I whisper, brushing her tears away with my thumbs. “Let it all out. You’re safe with me.”
She drags in a shuddering breath, a soft smile curving her lips as she reaches up to touch my face.
“I know,” she says softly, her eyes shining with a mix of emotions. “I trust you. With everything.”
I hold her gaze, my thumb brushing her cheek as I try to convey everything I can’t say with words. “I won’t let you fall, mia cara. I’ll catch you every time.”
She leans into my touch, her hand coming up to cover mine, pressing my palm tighter against her cheek. “I know you will. We’ll catch each other.”
I hold her close for a few more moments, savoring the connection between us. Finally, with a reluctant sigh, I pull out slowly, then roll off her and sit up on the edge of the bed.
“We should probably get cleaned up,” I say, running a hand through my hair.
Quinn nods, her eyes still soft with afterglow. “Yeah, you’re right.”
I head to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with warm water. When I return, I gently clean Quinn before taking care of myself. Once we’re both sorted, I pull on a fresh pair of pants and a t-shirt.
“I’m gonna head downstairs for a bit,” I tell her. “You good here?”
She smiles, nestling into the pillows. “Mm-hm. Think I might nap for a while.”
I lean down to kiss her forehead before making my way out of the room and down the stairs. In the living room, I find Killian and Atlas lounging on the couch, beers in hand.
I’m not even sure what time it is, but it’s past morning. Even if it wasn’t, a beer sounds fucking amazing right now.
“Hey,” Atlas says, raising his bottle in greeting.
I nod, grabbing a beer for myself before slumping into an armchair. The weight of everything that’s happened settles on my shoulders, and I can’t help but voice my doubts.
“I fucked up, didn’t I?” I say, staring at the bottle in my hands. “Agreeing to work for The Saint, getting us all mixed up in this shit…”
Killian sets his beer down, his expression serious. “Don’t do that, Nico.”