Bloodshed (Order of the Unseen, #1)(61)

I position the tip of his erection at my entrance, and within seconds, he sinks into me. He catches my hushed moan in his mouth, and thrusts into me further, grinding his pelvis against me. There’s incredible friction as he works my clit at the same time, through each carefully measured stroke.

“Yes,” I softly gasp against his lips, giving in to every sensation. “Jensen…”

“Quinn,” he breathes, curving his fingers around my throat.

He pushes into me, again and again, grazing his lips along my jaw. Although I’m used to being tossed around when it comes to them, this is far different.

This is passionate.

“Oh, fuck,” Jensen groans, pulling all the way out before slamming back in. “You’re so tight. So wet for me, baby.”

“Yes,” I encourage, tracing the muscles bulging in his arms with my fingertips.

Time slowly passes by, and the feeling inside me builds and builds. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I can do in this moment is feel.

“Jensen…I’m so close…”

“You’re going to make me come, baby,” he rasps, pressing a soft kiss on my neck as he quickens his pace, thrusting into me harder. “Come with me. Please, Quinn.”

And right on cue, I welcome the everlasting bliss.





The sensation of being lifted from the bed awakes me. I gasp, catching a quick glimpse of Jensen and Micah fast asleep in bed, before staring up at the dark figure above me. He carries me across the room and down the hall as my eyes slowly adjust to the darkness.

“Damien?” I sleepily whisper.

He lets out a soft, deep breath. “Yes, baby. It’s me,” he reassures me, as I rest my face against his warm shoulder. “I’m here.”

We enter his room a moment later. He gently lays me down on his bed before climbing in beside me. We settle beneath the covers, legs intertwined, bodies pressed together. A calming feeling washes over me at once. The familiarity of being with him leaves me content.

I rest my cheek on his bare chest, taking in all the heat his body has to offer. He lightly brushes my hair with his fingers, and I relish in the steady rise and fall of his chest with each inhale and exhale beneath my head.

My eyes flutter shut on their own accord. “I can hear your heart,” I tell him, listening closely to the strong, quiet beats ricocheting through him.

“Really?” he asks. “I didn’t know I had one.”

A shudder runs through me. Craning my neck, I stare into his eyes. Even through the pitch blackness of his room, there’s a spark within them. I can see him so clearly. More clearly than I ever have before.

He cups my face with his hand. “My heart beats for you, Quinn,” he murmurs, tracing my lips with his thumb. “Without you, I’m nothing but a numb, empty shell of a man, on the brink of madness.”

My breathing quickens.

His does, too.

“How is this possible?” I desperately ask. “How do I feel this strongly for you?”

Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss on my forehead. “I’m not the one to ask about…” he hesitates, trying to find the right word. “…Feelings.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not sure how they work,” he answers. “How any of this works, really. For years, I never felt anything. Not a single shred of emotion, other than an unimaginable rage.” Suddenly, he takes my jaw in a firm grasp. “Until I met you,” he confesses. “You bring out another side of me. A side of me I wasn’t sure I could have.”

My pulse accelerates from the sentiment behind his statement.

Damien leans closer, his lips now mere inches from mine. “You make me feel alive, again,” he explains, letting out a small, shaky breath.

I turn my head, pressing a soft kiss on the palm of his hand. That’s when I notice a rough, ragged scar in the center.

“How did you get this?” I ask quietly.

His jaw clenches tight, and he tenses against my touch. “Get what?”

“This scar,” I reply, my eyes eagerly exploring his, until he looks away.

I trace the bumpy disfigurement embedded in his skin with the tip of my fingers, desperate to know his deepest, darkest secrets… The parts of him that he doesn’t share with anyone else. I kiss his palm once more, grazing my lips along the full length of his scar while I hold his wrist tight. His thumb curls, and he gently strokes my face while staring deep into my eyes.

The air in the room becomes heavy. His slow breaths become small groans of uncertainty. There’s so much trauma behind his gaze, and I’ve never seen him look this conflicted.

“Quinn…” He lets out a flustered breath, shaking his head. “I didn’t think I was capable of this,” he admits.

Reaching out for him, I cup his cheek with my hand. “Of what?” I ask.

“Falling,” he rushes out, and his mouth collides with mine.

He kisses me passionately. My head immediately swims. Leaning into him, I kiss him back with everything in me, every bit of emotion heavily pouring out. And he feels it. Claims it. Claims me.

He groans, slipping his tongue through the seam of my lips. There’s an unexpected change in him. Tilting his head to the side, he kisses me deeper. Sensually. His body immediately tenses, and I can tell his thoughts are now racing, just like mine.