I peeled the dress from Quen’s body, and she didn’t resist. Instead, it slipped past her curves and dropped on the floor before she stepped out of it. I held her at arm’s length and took her in, gaze travelling down her body, clad only in lace underwear and heels.
The inside of her forearms was decorated in marker — calculations and journal titles for when she didn’t have scrap paper to hand. Stretch marks like forks of lightning creeped along her thighs and hips. Scars from old scrapes and a fresh bruise from where she hit her leg the other night stood out against her golden skin.
When I looked back up, I glanced past her to the full-length mirror and saw the blues of my eyes replaced by black and my aura uncoiling around me.
“See what you do to me?” I asked, bringing my focus back to her. “See how easily you can make me lose control?”
Quentin was so concerned about everything she’d seen here, and how she could compare. An old habit that was ingrained into her and she couldn’t help herself from trying to figure out how she could be better.
But for me, there was no one like her. I couldn’t recall any other being that made me lose control the way she had. It was why I kept returning to her when I told Erik that it’d only be once to get her out of my system. In a life where I’d grown accustomed to perfection, her every flaw became my kryptonite.
“Whatever is going on in your head.” I pressed my lips against her forehead. “It needn’t be. When I run my hands along your curves.”
My hands slid along her sides, savouring the smooth skin, and she shivered.
“When I taste your lips.”
I leaned down and kissed her, flicking my tongue along her plump bottom lip and earning a whimper.
“When I have you all to myself, I have pure perfection. Now, may I suggest you get dressed or I really won’t be able to control myself.”
A smile played on her lips, and I could sense her thoughts had calmed down.
“I’m glad you’re at least trying to behave,” she said.
I let go of her and as she walked towards the rail of dresses, she brushed her palm against my dick. It was already semi-hard from looking at her, but it throbbed in anticipation of her touch, wanting more.
I caught her wrist and dragged her back towards me roughly. “Don’t start something you aren’t prepared to finish.”
“I’m not starting anything.”
She looked up at me through her lashes, and I was glad to see her restored to former glory. So confident that she thought she could take me on, and I relished the challenge. But she should have known by now that she’d never win.
Bending down, I whispered in her ear, “Don’t play coy, Scott. I could have you screaming my name in seconds.”
She took in a sharp breath, and I knew she was thinking of what I could do to her. What I’d done to her before.
A knock on the door made us both stop.
“Would you like any help?” the minor God called.
“I don’t believe so,” I called back, then looked to Quentin. “I’m too selfish to share.”
She laughed quietly, turning pink.
“I hate to hurry you, sir, but I have customers waiting,” she said.
I let out a frustrated sigh. “The next time I have you, I plan to take my time.” Straightening up, I called out, “We’ll be out now.”
Letting go of Quen, she stepped back into her dress, covering every delicious slope that I’d grown familiar with. I helped her zip it up, and she turned back around to face me.
“Gray, you can’t go out there like that,” she told me.
“Why not?”
“Look at you.”
She stepped aside so I could look at myself in the mirror to see I hadn’t regained control. It was difficult when my mind was running over everything I’d like to do to her.
