Page 234 of Quinlan

She keeps screaming, curling into a little ball in my arms. Wailing and crying. Gazing up at me. Her eyes scream the words she can’t say.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

“The bravest person I’ve ever met.”

My hand doesn’t tremble as I brush a lock of hair behind her ear. As I wipe the tears that won’t stop coming. As I thumb the heart tattoo on her cheek. The fresh wounds on my stomach don’t even register. She doesn’t notice my blood soaking into her clothes, either.

“You did this. You fixed me. Look at me, bleeding for you, darling.” I kiss her forehead, run my hands through her hair like she likes. Nothing helps. She’s a trembling mess.Mytrembling mess. “Rex is gone. He’s not a part of my body anymore. Of my soul. You’ve done that, beautiful girl. I had no doubt you could do it. I’m so proud of you. So proud.”

Blood runs down my stomach, and I’m the one comforting her. I’m the one whispering to her just how much I love her. How much I need her to come back to me.

But for all the love I shower her with, she doesn’t stop crying. I made Quinlan go through what Rex did to me when he ripped me open and I’m not sorry. I am aware of the toll it’s taken on her.

It was important for her to go through it, though. Just as important. She needed her guilt brought to the surface so I could take it away. Me.

And that’s exactly what I do.

Gentle love and sweet reassurances fail me and her. She understood why I asked her to do it ten minutes ago. She’s past logic now. Past explanations. She’s stuck in her head, and I need her back here.

I shove her to the side, softly, gently. She pins herself to my body, burying her face in my chest. Her shoulders don’t stop shaking. Her screams burn through my skin.

They’re a distraction. The sound of my belt buckle doesn’t register. Nor does that of my zipper. I take my cock out, and with my hand in Quinlan’s hair, I pull her toward my lap by the roots.

If my words fail to reach her, stuffing her mouth with me will have to do that.

“Come here.” I hold the base to her lips.

Tears and sobs and screams continue to rip from her when I hold my hard length inches from her mouth. The tip is wet and I’m throbbing for her.

And she’s lost. So lost.

“I said come here.” Her screaming turns into deep breaths. She lets me move her. “That’s a good girl. Open up.”

Her lips part, and I push her down on me.

“That’s it. That’s it. Stay there.”

Quinlan’s mouth is full of my cock. Her lips stretch around me. Her tears leak on my groin, on my balls, my thighs in a steady rhythm.

I stroke her hair without letting up on the pressure on her head.

“You’re safe, darling. I’m safe. Calm down.” My order affects her. Her throat relaxes around me. “You’re doing so well. Breathe, Quinlan. You have my blood inside you. You have Rome and Liam and me on every inch of your skin. You’re strong enough. Ruthless enough to carry through this. You’ve been that woman for years. Always growing. Always evolving. This is all you. We’re here for when things get too hard. Use me, darling. Use my cock. Take it. Take everything until you’re back here with me.”

Her tears dry while I talk. Her tongue is hot, resting on my throbbing length.

We spend minutes like that. Together. Bonding.

I don’t know how many of those have passed when the gray in her eyes darkens.

“There she is.” I rearrange Quinlan so she’s not lying on the bed, but on her hands and knees between my legs. My hand reaches lower, fingers slipping into her pussy. Curling inside her. “Good girl. You did so well. You’ll do this one more thing for me, won’t you? Come with your pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

Her shuddered breaths vibrate on my dick.

I curse. “Yes, you will.”

My fingers explore and stroke, rubbing and pinching her clit. Stroking fast then slow. Quinlan’s moans and the sight of her ass up in the air carry me toward the edge. Closer and closer to emptying myself in her mouth.

“Come for me.” I touch her the way she loves. The way that turns her into a whimpering, trembling girl. Our girl. “Come on my fingers. Fuck, you’re there, aren’t you? You feel so good on my cock. You feel even better when you make a mess of my fingers.”

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