Page 92 of Crossing Quinn

“My mother.”

“You’re fucking kidding me?”

“How do you think she’s kept my father so happy.” With a quick snap of my wrists, my pants fell off.

“You’re not wearing any underwear.” Quinn’s voice was guttural.

“I’m not.” I shimmed my hips and shook my breasts.

Quinn pounced. The next thing I knew, my back hit the bed and his mouth was devouring mine. His calloused hands stroked my breasts, sending pleasure cascading over me.

“Mine. You’re finally mine.”

Tentacles undulated against my pussy, electrifying every nerve ending. I sucked in a shuddering breath. Quinn was a fever in my blood. I burned for him. He was everywhere, touching my mind, my body. I heard my shallow, ragged gasps as I squirmed beneath him, wanting more. Desire blistered my senses. I couldn't think. I could only feel. I ached for his possession. “I want you inside me. Now!”

Quinn’s penis shot home. The shock of his powerful invasion made me cry out. I felt my inner walls stretching to accommodate him. “Too much. You’re too much.”

“Easy, darlin’. It gets better.” His kiss was hot, heady, and intoxicating. The vibrating joy toys pulsated up my channel, sending ecstasy cascading through me.

Oh Goddess, that was incredible. I grabbed his taut ass. “More. More.”

Quinn thrust into me, harder, deeper. I met him kiss for kiss, touch for touch. I writhed as a firestorm of sheer bliss swept through me. I felt the mating bond snap in as a brain-jelling climax hit. I screamed as the world broke apart.

Struggling to catch my breath, I floated in a sea of oh-so-good for a moment. That was awesome.

He kissed me tenderly. “I love you.”

I brushed my lips over his. “What is that Earth saying? Oh yeah, you complete me. In other words, you’re stuck with me until the end of time.”

“I can live with that.” Quinn gave me another smooch.

“Good. It’s my turn to rock your world.” I grabbed the bottle of chocolate off the table.

“Where did you get that?”

“From Detja, and she gave me directions too.” With one squeeze, I covered his chest and stomach with chocolate.

Goosebumps broke out on Quinn’s body. “It’s kinda cold.”

“Don’t be such a wuss.” I slowly licked my way down his body.

A shudder shook Quinn and his hips bucked.

“Feeling warmer?”

“Hell, yeah. I’m on fire.” Quinn’s voice was a husky rasp.

“This is a little something Detja suggested.” I thrust my tongue into his slit and dragged it out. In and out. In and out.

The tight bud of tentacles inside his slit rubbed against me. Acting on instinct, I drew it into my mouth and sucked it. The tentacles began to vibrate faster and faster. One tiny nibble and bam!

“Holy fuck!” Quinn roared, his torso shaking in release.

Orgasm achieved. Detja knew her stuff. “Did I get it right?”

“You about killed me, woman, but what a way to go.”

I cuddled against Quinn and petted his chest. “Did you get a chance to talk to Zarek about becoming a relic hunter?”

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