Page 30 of Vows and Vendettas

My pussy clenches. He slides a finger beneath the elastic of my panties and strokes my sensitive flesh, sending electric heat searing through me.

“I know you. The fear, the fire, the loneliness, the need for more. The girl who likes to make things entertaining to hide behind. The one with a wild need for freedom, the one who toes the line to find out who she really is.”

The rich timbre of his voice hums against my ear. One finger slides into my pussy, then two. He drives them deep, withdrawing them slowly so they graze my clit and drive me absolutely insane with yearning. I slip away, overcome by bliss, and consumed with ecstasy.

“And I know you,” I gasp. “There’s softness for me in your eyes, fire behind the ice, a man I could fall for.”

Maybe I already have.

“Hellie.”

I’m lost, my body and my world shattering as I come apart in his strong arms. In this moment, I know exactly who I really am and what I really need.

Him.

8

QUINN

Her cunt is the sweetest, hottest thing I’ve felt in my life.

If I was a good man, I’d kiss her into submission, take her to bed and just wait until she falls asleep. But I’m not, because I want it all. I want her mouth on my cock, I want to taste her cunt. I need to bury myself inside of her, too.

I pull my fingers from her and I kiss her again, harder, deeper, igniting the carnal edge into flames that rage through me. I lift her into my arms.

Hellie doesn’t need to be told what to do. She knows. Her legs wrap tight around my waist and she turns her face into my neck, kissing, licking, biting.

We fit like her body is made for me and I want to do all kinds of filthy, nasty things to her, but there isn’t time for anything but the truth.

Passion stripped bare.

I grew up in this place. It’s mine because I bought it as a reminder of a childhood I bury down deep. But I know it by heart and walk her through to the bedroom with my eyes closed as our tongues twist and tangle together.

Lowering her to the bed, I stare down at her. I slide off her panties one leg at a time. My throat tightens. She’s pure art. A thing to be studied and worshipped and learned. She’s perfection in all the ways that count, the soft curves, the paleness of skin unexposed to sun, the smattering of freckles on her stomach, the little strip of hair above her sweet cunt that glistens.

I drop to my knees and sweep my tongue over the insides of her thighs. She arches off the bed with a moan.

If I had time, I’d spend it buried between her creamy thighs. I’d tie her up and take her every which way I could.

But there isn’t time.

Instead, as she whispers my name, I kiss my way up to her mouth, drinking down her words. I bring myself on top of her, the head of my cock grazing her pussy lips. Her eyes flutter open, her hips lifted off the bed, beckoning me to thrust inside of her. I press into her wet heat. Fuck, she’s so tight. I enter her slowly, stretching her wide. She gasps, her nails digging into my back, pushing me deep.

“You feel so good,” she rasps once I’m balls deep inside of her.

“Fuck, Hellie, you feel like heaven.”

I fuck her with long, hard strokes. Our bodies rock together, a song that writes itself, the rhythm pure magic. Her juices flow over my cock, blanketing me in desire. Our teeth crack against each other as we drink each other in like we’re each other’s last meal. Her cunt tenses, clamping down on me as she cries out my name. Her walls tighten around me, squeezing my throbbing cock until the pleasure shudders my entire body and the orgasm tears through me.

Minutes pass. Her hair tickles my chest where her head rests. She lifts herself onto her elbow and looks at me with the most intense kind of rapture that will be branded into my soul forever.

Then her lips lift, eyes glittering with seduction. “Again.”

Later, as the sky starts to turn a deep, dark blue, and after we’ve fucked so much I think I might have her imprinted into my DNA, I dress and go and grab my phone.

Time to make a call.

“Mercer,” I say when he picks up. “It’s Quinn. I need a favor.”

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