“Are you going to answer that?” asks Quinn.
“Feeding you is my only priority,” I say, as I throw some herbs and spices into the mix. “I need you to keep your strength up if I’m going to fuck you through to morning.” I hold up a jar of crushed red pepper flakes. “How spicy do you like it?”
Her low chuckle is like a siren song pulling me to the rocks. “I’ll take as much as you can give.”
I tip a generous portion of flakes into the pan, no longer caring what the food tastes like. “Quinn, baby, I hope you can eat fast.”
Her hand slides down to the prominent bulge pressing painfully against my zipper. “I’ve even been known to multi-task.”
There’s a flurry of activity as I drain the pasta and Quinn sets out two bowls. Pasta sauce splatters on the countertop as I serve up. Wordlessly, I take our food over tothe kitchen table, but I tug her arm when she goes to take a seat.
“I think you’ll be more comfortable on top,” I say, hoisting her up and setting her down on the table. I slip off her sleep shorts and pull up a chair. “I might start with an appetizer.”
As I hook Quinn’s legs over my shoulders, she rests back on her elbows, watching intently as I go down on her. She bites down on her kiss-swollen lips as I take my first swipe along her center with my flattened tongue. She tastes like a dream I don’t want to wake up from. I lick again, pushing my tongue into her entrance where her hot juices are already flowing.
“I could eat you morning, noon and night.”
“Won’t you get bored having the same thing?”
“No.”
I say it with a conviction I feel in my soul. I like women. I like women a lot, and I’ve spent most of my adult life thinking my kind of loving was made to be shared. And I shared a lot. Sometimes singularly, sometimes not.
“I don’t want anyone else. Ever,” I clarify. My gaze sharpens. “This is all I need.”
Her body jerks as I trail my tongue slowly upwards then seal my lips around her clit. I suck and tease the throbbing bundle of nerves hard enough to elicit her cry. I keep using my tongue as I slide my fingers into her. Her pussy walls clench, and my balls contract in response.
Curling my fingers, I pump her hard and steady until her whimpers turn feral. Her thighs hold my head in a vice grip. She’s so close to unravelling, but when I think she’s on the edge, my hand stills.
“Tell me this is mine, Quinn,” I demand. “Tell me it’s all for me.”
“It’s yours,” she gasps. “Only yours.”
I stand up and let her legs drop to the side as I lean over her. I’m reaching for the back of Quinn’s head to pull her close, but my hand goes to her throat instead. Fear and anger overwhelm me as my fingers wrap around her neck, but I’m the one who chokes when I try to get the next words out.
“Promise you won’t give yourself to him. Not even for your sister.”
Quinn’s body stills except for the steep rise of her chest. “You know I can’t–”
My fingers tighten around her throat while my other hand pulls down my zipper. “Don’t you fucking dare finish that sentence,” I warn. “If your sister loves you half as much as you love her, she wouldn’t let you sacrifice yourself this way. Ilya doesn’t get to touch you, Quinn. Swear it.”
She tugs my hand away from her neck with ease and kisses my palm. “If there’s a way–”
I don’t wait for her to give me a half-hearted promise. I shove down my jeans and wrap a fist around my shaft. “Promise you’ll only worship this cock.”
Quinn quirks an eyebrow. “Worship?”
She’s trying to be playful, but the tear trickling down her cheek gives her away. “Worship,” I confirm. “Just like I worship you.”
Her eyes search mine as she fights some internal battle, but as she looks down between us, a trembling smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. “I swear that’s the only cock I’ll worship.”
My tensed muscles relax in all but one area. I scramble to retrieve a condom from my pocket and roll it on. Hooking an arm under her knee, I pull Quinn closer and inch my way into her. If I can’t abduct this woman andsabotage her mission, hearing that promise is the next best thing.
“Now, where were we?”
“You were about to make me co–”
I cut off her words with a deep thrust so I’m buried inside her to the hilt. There’s no gentle entry this time. Despite all our fucking, my need to possess Quinn has only grown.
