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Quinn was an animal.
Vanessa sighed in amazement. The guy had already made her come three times in a short span and he wasn’t even sweating. The intensity rather scared her a bit. He would burn her for sure. He rocked her again. Her pussy rippled around his hard shaft as he slipped in and out gently. As if he wanted to relive the initial penetration, he thrust in all the way and then pulled out until his cockhead almost left her opening, before thrusting in jealous intensity. Oh God. That was divine. He kissed her as he did that.
“Let go of my arms. I want to touch you,” she begged him. Quinn seemed to be the one in control in bed. She wondered if he’d allow her to be on top sometimes. Some guys weren’t keen to the idea of releasing control and some guys were just lazy. Quinn might fall into the former category. She wanted to ride him like a cowboy.
Er, cowgirl.
Surprisingly, he let her go.
She wasted no time touching him. His broad shoulders. His beautiful face. She stole a kiss from him. Then another. He chortled into her mouth as he shifted his weight onto one arm. He pressed his forehead against hers, his breath hot on her face. He then fucked her harder and faster. Faster.
His thrusts were precise, sharp and mind-shattering. The storm of pleasure came with vengeance. He hit all of her bundle of nerves. His pubic hair grazed her clit; in no time she came again. But this time, he didn’t stop when she climaxed.
He pounded over and over until the next tide hit her, scattering her mind to the four winds. She shook like a clinging leaf in a thunderstorm. Quinn, his name frozen in her throat. Every cell in her body screamed for his. The man who gave her so much pleasure. He owned her body. And her heart followed. How could she not love him? He was worth any complication that might follow this night.
But he wasn’t finished.
He seemed far from it.
The emerald eyes of his glittered like precious jewels, then changed to a luminous yellow. Only for a moment. Then reverted back to normal.
She blinked.
Did she really just see that?
Her brain didn’t register when he withdrew from her and asked her something.
“Lay on your belly.”
She stared it him, mouth agape.
“Vanessa…”
Still riding high on endorphins, she gathered her thoughts and did as she was told.
Quinn got up and took his belt from the floor. He folded it in half, then flexed it as if testing its strength. Vanessa wondered what he was going to do with that.
Was he going to use that on her? He wasn’t kinky, was he? She wasn’t into pain, but hey, she never said never.
He climbed back on the bed. He grabbed her arm and pushed her thigh up, gathering them together. He then tied them with the belt set on the tightest notch of the buckle. She couldn’t move that part of her body.
Her mind was still in a haze from the pleasure, but she started to get the idea. He wanted to keep her immobile while he did the things he wanted to do to her.
As hard as he wanted.
As fast as he wanted.
And there was nothing she could do to protest.
Her body was his. She belonged to him.
She found she didn’t mind that at all. She kind of like it. Quinn kept surprising her with this secret side of him.
Quinn checked his handy work and looked satisfied.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked.
Not trusting her own voice, Vanessa nodded.
“Good.”
She waited with anticipation for what he’d do next.
Quinn positioned himself behind her. He put one hand on the small of her back, while the other gripped the belt that bound her. He sheathed his cock inside her in one smooth thrust.
She moaned. Oh, God.
The familiar fullness returned. It felt so freakishly good. Jesus Christ. She could get used to it. He started to move, riding her slowly at first. She panted. Good Lord. That man had stamina. He wasn’t joking when he told her she hadn’t seen anything yet. He gyrated and thrusted inside of her rapidly. All she could think about was the pleasure he gave her. And the helplessness he rendered her in only heightened the ecstasy.
He hammered her with stroke upon stroke that sent her into a maddening need to come. She couldn’t move an inch even if she wanted to. He kept her pinned. Still.
Then it happened.
Fireworks exploded before her eyes. She cried as a violent climax descended upon her.
A burst of pleasure hit her so hard, she thought she was going to die. This time, he paused while she was climaxing. His breath labored as he waited for her to float back into reality. As her pussy contracted around his cock, he spooned himself behind her, adjusting his position. He let go of the belt. “Lay on your side,” he whispered.
She gulped and pushed herself against his chest.
“Look at me, babe.”
She turned her head toward him. He found her lips and kissed her as he began to fuck her again. Steady thrusts. Their gazes locked. Their bodies became one. It was so intimate, being with him like this. Skin to skin, slicked by sweat and juice from their mating. She had never been taken this way. Fucking amazing. He slid his hand around her hips and reached her clit. She gasped when he plucked it and rolled it between his fingers. Christ. She wanted to come again so badly.