“What are you doing to us, Dark Fae?” He whispered as his fingers began to sweetly stroke hers.
“Getting to the truth.” She answered, her breath faster now as her heart beat hard at Quinn’s touch. “Showing you both what’s really been going on between the two of you.”
“The House of Shadow Truth.” Quinn sighed. “Your magic seems to love digging until it finds the truth. No matter how deeply a person hides it.”
“Tough love.” Ariana nodded, her heart racing now.
“Tough but healing, when poisonous lies are removed.” Quinn answered as he looked up, pinning her with his dark-bright gaze. As he heaved a deep breath, he reached out, stroking her cheek with amazement now as Ariana’s breath caught. His dark fire and her midnight rainbows began to braid slowly through the room, as Ariana felt a moon-silver glow open up deep inside her. It was erotic and tender as Quinn’s hand warmed upon her cheek – his heartbeat strong and alive now in his chest as he clasped her palm to his heart.
As if their conversation had healed him in a way Ariana had never anticipated, Quinn shone with a dark brilliance now as an utterly sexy smile curled his full lips. His onyx eyes flashed with heat and Ariana’s breath caught at that look.
A look men would kill for and women would die for, as Quinn lifted her hand quietly to his lips, pressing it with a kiss.
“Come.” He spoke as he pulled her towards him. “I want to show you how love can be between you and I tonight. Because I want to share our unique love between us, in the way only you and I can celebrate it. Everything else… we shall deal with tomorrow. Shall we?”
And gazing up at his beautiful face and the incredible depth of his passion, Ariana could only nod, flooded with need as he led her towards the bed.
CHAPTER 19 – PASSION
As Quinn indicated for Ariana to sit on the edge of her bed, she did. Her breath fast, her heart thundering, she sat with her hands in her lap as Quinn stood just out of touching distance before her. Reaching up as he pinned her with his dark eyes, he began undoing his black bowtie.
He knew how to strip, Ariana had to give him that as his long white fingers moved, making undoing his bowtie classy yet full of sex at the same time. She didn’t know if he was mesmerizing her as he stripped, but somehow she was paying attention to his eyes and hands both as he pulled the tie slowly away and cast it to the bed in a smooth, controlled motion. She was already shivering with the deep tension good foreplay could bring as she watched his hands go to his collar. As he pinned her with a devouring gaze, she saw a dark fire in their depths.
Beautiful as black suns burning.
“Do you like this?” He asked as his fingers descended, undoing his shirt buttons in no particular hurry. His baritone was luscious now, deep with sex and patience as he stripped for her enjoyment and his. Though he was the one slowly getting naked, Ariana trembled as he stripped; her heart hammering to see a long glimpse of his creamy white skin come out between his shirt edges now. But Quinn was a master at his craft and did not pull his shirt open to let her see all of his firm-muscled chest or washboard-ridged abs. Just moved his fingers with exquisite patience, down one by one.
“What else do you like, Ariana Summers?” Quinn spoke dangerously, as his hands began to pull his shirt from his trousers, again without showing her much.
“I like… you.” Ariana spoke dumbly as she watched, flooded with heat as her heart thundered and her cheeks flushed. It was as devastatingly hot as it was embarrassing as she sat watching him, and lifting an eyebrow, Quinn smiled deviantly at her.
“You’ve never really been with someone who knew themselves well in the bedroom, have you?” He asked quietly now, as he began stripping the gold and onyx men’s rings from his fingers and setting them aside on a table. It brought Ariana’s attention to his hands as he flexed them so his veins stood out, showing her how much power was in them – power and grace both. Her face and chest were on fire now and she felt like she desperately needed a cold shower – or not, as Quinn gazed at her with a darkly sexy delight. Unclasping his gold Rolex from his wrist, he made her watch the strong tendons there, from hands that could probably crush cars.
Or hold her expertly still as he fucked her really, really well.
“I don’t know. I’ve never really asked anyone I’ve been with how comfortable they were with their sex life.” Ariana breathed, watching as his hands eased up to his jacket lapels. With one fluid motion, Quinn suddenly whisked off his tux jacket, twirling it upon one finger as he laid it out perfectly upon the bed. Ariana’s breath caught at that fantastically smooth motion, so brisk and controlled compared to the rest of his stripping. He had whipped it off so fast and effortlessly that it made her think of how fast and effortlessly he could do other things.
Like flipping her over mid-fuck and doing her from a new position.
“You’ve only been with human men, who have only a few decades’ worth of experience in lovemaking.” Quinn spoke lusciously now as his hands went back to his wrists, slowly unclasping his gold and onyx cufflinks. He smiled deviantly as he lifted an eyebrow at her, his dark eyes sparkling. “But my centuries of experience are not the only benefit I can wield for your pleasure tonight, Ariana. Because we are joined through our Master’s Kiss, I can feel your arousal and you can feel mine. Which I can enhance for our pleasure… as carnal thoughts of what we wish to do next pass between us.”
As Ariana blazed at his words, Quinn smiled darkly, rolling up one shirtsleeve so she could see the tendons and stark muscles of his forearms. It only made her sear hotter, as he rolled up his other cuff and all thought fled her now, heat and moonlit desire flooding her.
It was like her Vampiric trances as she watched him, though she felt how her bloodlust was still mostly gone thanks to Lucca’s power inside her veins. But Quinn had been right; her obsessions were moving back towards him now instead of blood as she watched him expose that beautiful, perfect body he held out of reach on a daily basis. And Quinn was enhancing it through their connection as he let her feel the edge of his own dangerous lusts finally, trusting her with it. As a dark heat burned all the way through Ariana, she shivered.
Feeling her passions and Quinn’s both roar now through their bond.
“I am an expert at passion and control, Ariana,” Quinn added with a sexy smolder as he continued, not letting that blaze get out of hand just yet. “My Courtier’s skills can help us move forward at a nice, easy pace tonight with Lucca’s blood inside your veins. So nothing gets too crazy.” He spoke casually as he kicked off his shiny black shoes, though he made it look dancelike and effortless.
“Sure.” Ariana responded, fully entranced now as she watched him set a foot upon the bed, gracefully pulling down one of his dark blue argyle socks and baring insanely beautiful high-arched feet. Ariana had never been a foot person, but Quinn’s long, lean feet were just so ridiculously perfect that she stared. As he slid his foot from the bed and replaced it with the other one, repeating the strangely erotic stripping, she watched it all the way.
“You feel safe with me. Even when there is danger between us.” Quinn’s deep, musical voice cut in to her reverie now as she inhaled like she’d been caught doing something naughty and glanced up at him. She felt him leave off enhancing their mutual arousal – taking a step back metaphysically as he watched her with his gorgeous dark eyes.
“Yes.” Ariana breathed. “You frightened me at first. But as we got to know each other, I felt how much you cared. I felt safe with you. And it’s only gotten stronger.”
“Which is how someone should feel with a good partner.” Quinn spoke gently now as he went to one knee before her, gazing into her eyes. “I want to be a good partner for you, Ariana. Just because fate is drawing us together and your power is exposing our wounds, doesn’t mean I wish to be a slave to the metaphysical. Magical passion is well and good. But if we move forward… I want to make sure we cherish and adore each other as people, not rely on the magics. Do you understand?”
“I think so.” Ariana said quietly. She was feeling what Quinn spoke of, the bright-dark fire of passion swirling through them both as their magics intermingled in this powerful, intimate space. But being with someone was a lot more than just combustion.
