“Your cock,” she gasps. “Please. Fuck me with your cock.”
“Always my obedient girl.” I shift my hold on the weapon, gliding my palm over the razored blade. “Listen well, Rapunzel. I have a secret to share.” With an evil grin, I rotate the sword, ripping a gasp from her. My blood, hot and thick and sticky, mixes with her slick desire to coat her drenched pussy. “A truth, if you will.” Rapunzel’s eyes go wide. She opens her mouth as if she’s about to say something but snaps it shut. “I like when you’re my good girl.” Then I drive the hilt in as deep as possible without hurting her, slicing my palm to the bone. “But I love it when you’re my whore.”
ChapterEleven
“And so it begins.”The demon’s voice drags my soul away from Quinn. The creature holds me, suspended in the darkness for what seems like forever as I grasp at nothing. Fighting for my next breath. “The first truth has been confessed. Willingly given. By blood sealed.”
Short.
Simple.
Not at all dramatic, as the demon sends me tumbling out of that nothingness. I land back into the moment, falling hard into the taboo pleasure of Quinn working the hilt inside me.
He pauses, his midnight eyes searching my face. “Where are you, Rapunzel?”
Where am I indeed?
“Here.” I whisper my lips over Quinn’s, startled at being ripped away by the demon. But also thrilled that Quinn’s redemption has begun. “Right here, with you.”
I shake off the encounter and allow myself to enjoy this perverse pleasure. Each controlled thrust of the steel lifts me higher. The cold can’t touch me. The pebbles beneath me are nothing more than a mild annoyance. The rush of the river is soothing. I marvel at the half-moon and the stars sprinkled across the sky. Delight in Quinn’s pained, panting breathing, and when I shift my lazy gaze to him…
“I love you,” I rasp to the beautiful man with the midnight eyes.
The moment the revelation leaves me, I want to snatch it back and swallow it whole.
Quinn goes as still as death. The words hang suspended like a smear between us. Then he narrows his eyes and parts his lips. No words are forthcoming. I don’t expect him to return the sentiment. I didn’t plan on admitting this truth to him, but I was lost in the moment, and it seemed…right.
He slides the hilt out of me and tosses the sword aside. Then he kisses me with such tenderness, it overwhelms me far more than anything else he’s done.
“Say it again, Rapunzel.”
I cup Quinn’s cheeks. “I love you.”
He kisses me again. A whisper of lips over mine that comes and goes too quickly. Gently, he places my arms at my side. Blood drips like rubies from his fingertips as he starts a crimson trail down my naked flesh. Between my breasts. Along my collarbone and shoulder. His eyes, normally as dark as misery and stained with sin, are now lit with a stunning glow of…affection. Maybe even love.
Those eyes tell me what his lips can’t.
Curiosity gets the better of me, and my throat catches on the gasp when I see what he’s done. Quinn fingerpainted me with his blood, creating a work of art on my body that’s a warped, sloppy mirror image of the markings that decorate him. As if he’s baptized me with the demonic tattoos that give him his strength.
“You are…” He pauses, admiring what he’s painting on my flesh. “Perfect.”
I see myself through his eyes, and I feel beautiful. Adored. Loved without him having to say the words. And when he climbs on top of me, and I wrap my legs around his waist, he slides into me with a gasp.
Or was that me who made the sound?
Perhaps it was both of us.
He’s watching me as he slowly rocks into me. Whispers promises in my ear of all the wicked things he’ll do to meafter. After this mess with John is over. Because what Quinn is vowing with each of those wonderfully depraved pledges is a future.
He’s giving me hope.
And doing that is his way of offering me his love.
But Quinn isn’t a gentle man. Nor do I need him to be anything other than who he is, and when the momentum of his thrusts builds, I bury my hands in his hair and tug.Hard. Hard enough to jerk his head back and rip a growl from deep within his chest. Each powerful punch of his hips scrapes my back across the dirt, and when I capture his mouth with mine, I relish his primal taste.
He understands what I’m wordlessly demanding and answers with a slam of his cock into me. My womb clenches as he sinks deep inside me that his balls slap against me. He swipes my hair away from my face and claims my mouth. Swallows my whimpers as I take his growls. And when he pulls his lips from mine, he rasps my name and fucks me so hard he scrapes me across the ground.
Each powerful, back-curling plunge sends us careening over an edge. It’s like flying, weightless, with a thousand stars flashing behind my eyes. Quinn is all that’s tangible, and I hold fast to him lest I float away.
