Brutal Vows (Queens & Monsters #4)(70)
“The only thing that’s hard for me to understand is how such a good-looking woman can sound like a broken lawnmower when she sleeps.”
“I have no idea what that means.”
“It means you have sleep apnea.”
I sigh and roll my eyes. “I don’t have sleep apnea.”
He wraps a heavy arm around my waist and kisses my nape. “You do. All the wild boars and elephants within a thousand miles heard your scary mating call,” he whispers, a smile in his voice.
“Spent much time with wild animals, have you?”
He snorts. “Only my whole life.”
Nuzzling his nose into my hair, he inhales deeply, then exhales with a satisfied sigh. He murmurs, “Good morning, Mrs. Quinn. You smell like an enchanted forest.”
With a feeling of wonder, it hits me: the man is a romantic.
He’s a hardened criminal who lives outside the laws of society, kills people without breaking a sweat, and probably robs banks and enjoys a little arson in his free time, but he’s also a romantic.
Dazed by that realization, I murmur, “Good morning to you, Mr. Quinn.”
“Did you sleep well?”
“For the most part. There was this big, hard object that kept poking into me at every turn, waking me up, but I managed to get a few hours in.”
Quinn flexes his hips, pressing his erection into my bottom. “Whatever could it have been, do you think?”
“There’s a broken spring in the mattress.”
“Hilarious.”
Caressing my breasts, he kisses my neck and hooks a leg over both of mine, pulling me closer. He whispers, “I’d like to put in a request with the home office that my wife always sleep in the nude.”
“Hmm. We’ll take it under consideration.”
Pulling on a nipple, he gently bites my shoulder. His voice grows husky. “I need to fuck you, woman.”
That makes me smile. “I think you take too many vitamins.”
His hand drifts down my belly, dipping between my legs. “It’s not vitamins. It’s you. You make my dick so hard, it hurts.”
“Sounds like you should seek medical attention for that.”
Making small, lazy circles, he rubs his fingers over my clit. He trails his lips up my neck, tickling me with his beard.
He whispers, “You have no idea what it does to me when you shiver like that.”
“I can’t help it.”
“I know. That’s why it’s so bloody hot. How do you want me to make you come first? Fingers, mouth, or cock?”
Arching my back and grasping his forearm, I eagerly wriggle my butt into his pelvis. “Fingers and cock at the same time, please.”
Pleased by that, he growls. “That’s my greedy girl. And so polite.”
As he delves a thick finger inside my pussy, I breathe, “I was brought up to have good manners.”
He sucks hard on the side of my throat, biting down with his teeth. It’s dominant and possessive, and sends a thrill of excitement through my whole body. My nipples harden to two rigid, aching points.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
Breathless, I nod.
“Say it.”
I whisper, “I want you to fuck me.”
“Good girl.”
Hoisting up to an elbow, he takes his hand from between my legs and uses it to guide the head of his cock to my pussy as I tilt my hips back and spread my legs. He slides the crown between my folds, hissing in pleasure.
I moan softly when he flexes his hips, sliding the head of his fat cock inside me.
“You like that?”
“Yes. You feel so good.”
He curls his hand around my hip and sinks in another inch, lowering his head to say into my ear, “And that?”
“Yes. More. Deeper.”
“Say please, viper.”
Starting to pant, I whisper, “Please. Pretty please. I need it.”
“You need it,” he breathes, sounding elated as he slides deeper inside me.
I cry out, closing my eyes and shuddering at the feel of him sinking into me, filling me up. When he thrusts to bury himself in, I cry out again, louder.
Quinn slides his hand back between my legs and strokes my clit until it’s throbbing and I’m begging him to move his hips.
Hovering over me on his elbow, his mouth on my neck and his hard chest pressed to my back, he demands, “Who do you belong to?”
“You!”
He rewards me by withdrawing and thrusting into me again.
Then he stills, playing patiently with my pussy as he waits.
“Quinn, please!”
His voice dark and soft, he says, “Give me what I want, wife. You know what it is. Give it to me.”
I turn my head and gaze up into his burning eyes. Without pausing to think what I’m going to say, I blurt, “I belong to you. Only to you. I love how you make me feel, and I don’t ever want you to stop. Please fuck me. Fuck me and come with me.”
He closes his eyes briefly, clenching his jaw. When he opens his eyes again, they burn with a dark, dangerous fire.
He snaps his hips, shoving his cock deep inside me. At the same time, he pinches my clit.
I moan long and loudly. It only stops when he crushes his mouth to mine.
Then he fucks me hard and fast from behind, pumping into me as he slides his fingers back and forth over my aching clit. He swallows my cries of pleasure, taking everything from me as he gives me exactly what I need and I crumble.