“You’re a liar,” I said, squeezing the sides of her throat gently. “You say whatever you need to in order to get what you want.”
I added another finger inside her, thumb stroking against her clit. Quen’s hips bucked as she ground against my hand.
“You’re the same,” she breathed.
Tipping her head back, she looked at me with golden eyes. Her aura slowly came out to play, marbling with my own. Light and shadows danced across her perfect body. For a Goddess, Quentin was utterly sinful.
“I’m worse,” I reminded her, leaning down for a kiss.
It was hungry and messy. A true sign she let go of control. Whenever she submitted to me, stopped fighting, it was a reminder of her trust. No matter what had happened in my past, Quentin trusted me with everything she was.
Her mind.
Her body.
Her soul.
She rode my hand; the wet sounds of her arousal filling our bedroom. I pressed harder at her throat, bruising the skin beneath it before her walls clenched around my digits and my name spilled from her lips as a quiet prayer. As her body relaxed against mine, I pulled my fingers from her pussy and released her from my grip.
That beautiful post-sex haze hung around her and her mouth popped open, waiting to clean my fingers. Who would believe this fierce woman could become so docile?
I placed my fingers into my mouth and groaned when the sweet taste of her spread over my tongue. She turned around, sitting up on her knees and wrapping her arms around my neck. Taking my fingers out of my mouth, I pushed them past her lips and let her taste the remnants of herself mixed with my saliva.
“You always have to have it your way,” I muttered, enjoying the feeling of her tongue swirling around my digits. “Go clean up and get back to work.”
“What about you?” she asked when I removed my fingers from her mouth.
“I can wait.”
“You said you weren’t patient.”
“I didn’t say how long I would wait. You better work quickly.”
She grinned, making a grab for my shirt I’d discarded earlier, but I got there first.
“You don’t need this,” I told her.
“You’re going to have me work naked?”
“Perhaps I still want to play.”
She bit her bottom lip before moving away and walking into her bathroom. I laid back on the bed and closed my eyes.
There would be a time when this was life without the impending dread that followed. These moments wouldn’t be sparks of light and joy to escape darkness. One day, she wouldn’t need to chase away the panic with a high, because ecstasy would constitute her entire life. I would make sure of it.
Quentin’s weight joined me on the bed and her lips brushed against mine softly.
“I love you,” she said, crawling back to her laptop.
Sitting up, we resumed our position again. My fingers traced the numbers, one, four, three, down the length of her spine.
“I need my USB. Can you grab it from my jacket, please?” she asked, pointing over to the black jacket that hung over the back of a chair in the room.
“Whatever you wish, Goddess,” I replied, getting out from behind her. It gave my dick a chance to calm down before completely ruining her morning work schedule.
Quentin rolled her eyes as I fished through one pocket to find nothing. I stuck my hand into the other pocket and winced at the burning sensation that spread across my fingertips, retracting and looking at the skin.
“What the fuck do you have in your pocket?” I asked, diving back in and grabbing something small and dry.
