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My hands slide down to his running shorts and pull them down. His dick springs free, and I wrap my hand around it. “Love me then.”
He moves so quickly I don’t have time to think. His hands tuck under my thighs, and he slides me toward the center of the bed. He pulls my shorts off, leaving us both naked.
“This isn’t how I wanted this to go.”
“I don’t want flowers and candles,” I say, brushing my finger through his hair. “I want us, and we’re not that. We’re anger, heat, and passion.”
“Fucking hell yes we are. I’m not going to be able to hold back. Tell me now that you want this.”
“I want you. All of you.”
“Stay with me, Ashton.”
His mouth is on mine, sealing my lips to his. Whether he means for this moment or longer, I’m not sure, but I’m grateful he didn’t require a response.
Quinn’s rough fingers move lower. He kneads my breast, thumbing the nipple and then pulling at it. I moan into his mouth, loving how rough he’s being.
Then he slides down, his lips never leaving my skin as he swirls his tongue around my nipple. I close my eyes, letting my body absorb it all. He sucks, flicks, and grazes the sensitive flesh with his teeth. It’s heaven and hell all at once—it’s us.
“God, this feels so good.”
He chuckles against my skin and starts to move lower. He kisses my belly, staying there, pressing another kiss to my scar and making me want to cry.
Our eyes meet, and I pray he doesn’t say anything. I won’t be able to hold back the tears. He has no idea the shame I see in the mirror each day. He doesn’t understand that scar represents so much for me. Then his lips graze it again, and I wonder if he does understand more than I think.
The way he’s loving me, all of me, including the scars is a message I hear in my heart.
I’m tense and everything inside me is yelling at me to stop this, but then he slides lower, lifting my knees and pressing his tongue to my clit. It’s been so long, and the fact that I’m allowing myself to feel anything makes it so much more intense.
He moans and licks as though he’s starved. Maybe we both are and need this more than either of us realize.
“Quinn,” I pant, calling his name as his mouth devours me.
I feel his finger slide into me, and I tighten around him. Quinn doesn’t slow his pace, he isn’t gentle or sweet—he’s ravenous. There’s not a chance I could hold myself back, he won’t let me. I start to reach the top of the mountain, seeing the peak right in my view. He pushes me, forcing me up, and when I’m there, Quinn doesn’t allow me a second to stop, I go right over the edge.
I fall, feeling the most intense pleasure as I writhe beneath him. My voice is incoherent as I call his name and God only knows what else.
The ground seems so far away, and I’m weightless, but before I have time to fear the fall, Quinn is right there to catch me.
“I love you, Ashton. I love you, and I fucking need you.”
I open my eyes, tears forming because of the enormity of what is happening. “I need you too.”
I need this with him.
“You have to tell me this is okay.”
I nod. “This is what I want.”
“What is?”
“You.”
He kisses me deeply, conveying with his mouth all that is in his heart. Then Quinn lines himself up at my center. I feel his hesitancy and rail against it. This might be the last time we ever have each other and there can be no holding back.
I take his face in my hands and stare deeply in his eyes. “Give me everything, Quinn.”
And then he does, and it’s beautiful and heart-wrenching at the same time.
