Chapter Twenty-Five Quinn
I sla’s blue eyes popped comically wide at my declaration. It hadn’t been my intention when the night began. It came to me after seeing her reaction to the hotel. I’d wanted to do everything I could to make our first time together special. What better way to do that than to get one of the finest suites at the hotel. So, I’d dispatched Shane to make the necessary inquiries.
Cocking my brows at her, I asked, “Would you like me to take you upstairs now?”
“Yes, I would like that very much.”
I held out my hand to her, and she slipped hers into mine. With my free hand, I texted Callum to tell him we were heading out. I didn’t wait for his reply before I slid my phone back into my jacket pocket.
When we reached the elevators, Isla slipped her other hand around mine. I glanced down at her to see her biting her lip. After the elevator doors opened, I asked, “Nervous?”
“Just a little.”
After we stepped inside, I pulled her to my side. “There’s nothing to be nervous about, Little Dove.”
“I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“How could you possibly do that?”
An anxious laugh bubbled from her lips. “I think we’ve established my lack of experience.”
I took her chin between my fingers. “Just because the men you were with were inept, doesn’t mean you’re going to be an inept lover.”
Her brows creased with worry. “I hope not.”
Smiling down at her, I said, “Isla, you made me come in my pants like a teenage boy. None of the other dancers have ever done that.”
“Really?”
I nodded. “Besides, you could never disappoint me. I’ve had a taste, and I know I’m going to be addicted.”
The elevator dinged on our floor. I led Isla down the carpeted hallway to our suite. After unlocking the door, I motioned for her to step inside. At the sight of the rose petals littering the carpet, I worked not to laugh at the thought of poor Shane romanticizing the suite. I’d asked him to do the rose petals and light candles.
Considering the amazing job he’d done, I was really going to owe him.
Isla slowly walked into the room, her heels stabbing some of the petals. Her head turned to take in the candles lighting the way. I walked up behind her, bringing my hands to her shoulders. “Do you like it?”
“It’s so romantic,” she gushed. She glanced at me over her shoulder. “You did all this for me?”
“I did.”
Isla whirled around to throw her arms around my neck. She drew my head down to bring her lips to mine. After a tender kiss, she pulled back to stare up at me. “Thank you for this, Quinn. I couldn’t imagine a more romantic setting.”
I cupped her cheek. “You’re welcome, Little Dove.” Glancing down at her, I said, “Let’s get you undressed.”
“It’s not like you haven’t seen everything I have,” she teased.
“I’ve never seen it in candlelight.”
“True,” she murmured.
“Regardless, I could never tire of seeing every inch of your beautiful body.”
“You flatter me.”
“It’s the truth. So many men covet what is mine.” I cocked my head at her. “But you're mine and only mine.”
“I am.”
Turning her around, I slid the zipper down on her dress. I pushed the straps down over her arms. Isla pulled them the rest of the way down. Once the bodice fell away, she pushed the dress down over her hips and thighs.
After she stepped out of the dress, she turned around to face me. She stood in only a scrap of a thong and her heels. I exhaled a ragged breath. “I don’t deserve such beauty.”
Isla closed the gap between us. The expression in her eyes stoked the fire already burning within me. I slid my hands around her waist, drawing her against me. “Kiss me,” she demanded.
I happily obliged. As my mouth devoured hers, my hand slid down from her waist to cup her buttocks. I hitched one of her legs over my hip, grinding my need into her. Isla moaned as I moved against her. “I’ve dreamt of burying myself inside you.”
“So have I,” she admitted with a shy smile.
“I hope I’ll be as good as your dreams.”
“I’m sure you will.”
As I started leading her to the bed, Isla frowned. “Aren’t you taking anything else off?”
“I was waiting for you to undress me.”
“Oh,” she murmured.
Her trembling fingers came to my neck to undo my tie. Her brows furrowed as she tried to loosen it. I brought my hands up to replace hers. As I worked to undo my tie, Isla reached for the buttons on my shirt. She fumbled with the first one before undoing the rest. She pulled my shirt apart. Starting at my breastbone, she ran her hand down the center of my chest over my abs and then down to my belt buckle.
I sucked in a breath, and my stomach muscles clenched under her fingers. Isla appeared eager to see more of me since she hastily unhooked my buckle and jerked the belt out of the loops. After she tossed it to the ground, she glanced up at me. My heated gaze burned into hers. Warmth flooded her cheeks and spread down her neck. She reached up to push my shirt off my arms.
As her fingers skimmed over my scars, I prepared myself for the usual loathing I felt when a woman touched me there. But like before, I didn’t feel them with Isla. Her touch was devoid of judgment and only filled with compassion and care.
Once Isla unbuttoned my fly, her fingers fumbled slightly on the zipper. When she pushed it down, her hand brushed against my erection. I hissed as my dick bucked against my underwear, waiting to be freed to her touch.
She leaned in against me, pressing her body flush to mine as she reached into the back of my waistband to push my pants over my buttocks. Her hands momentarily stopped to cup both of my cheeks before grabbing the material. She slid down my body in the same motion as my pants.
Cupping the backs of my legs, she pushed her way slowly back up. Isla’s fingernails raked over my calves and thighs. I couldn’t bring myself to take my eyes off of hers.
Once again, Isla cupped my buttocks as she moved her fingers to the waistband of my underwear. Just as she started to free my erection, I jerked her hand away.
When she glanced up at me in surprise, I shook my head. “It’s going to be all about you this first time.” Then I brought my lips to hers, plunging my tongue into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I massaged her tongue with mine.
I kissed a warm trail from her mouth over to her ear as my hand came up to cup her bodice. “You have the most amazing pair of tits I’ve ever seen.”
“Considering all the ones you’ve seen, that is high praise,” she replied with a smile.
“How a tiny wisp of a thing like you could be this stacked is a wonder of genetics.”
She laughed. “This isn’t the dirty talk I had in mind.”
“Would you rather me say how I’ve jerked off to the thoughts of fucking your tits? That I want to squeeze them together and slide my cock between them. That I can’t wait to come all over them, marking them and you as mine?”
She licked her lips. “It’s an improvement.”
My fingers delved inside the bodice, cupping her warm flesh. When my thumb flicked back and forth across her nipple, Isla gasped. Dipping my head, I licked her nipple. Her head lolled back when my mouth closed over the swollen peak.
I suckled it deeply before flicking and swirling my tongue across it. My hand kept stroking her other breast as my tongue worked the nipple in my mouth into a hardened pebble. Isla couldn’t fight the cry of pleasure that escaped her lips. Her fingers automatically went to my hair, tugging and grasping at the strands as the pleasure washed over her.
I licked a wet trail over to the other breast before claiming the nipple. My fingers feathered across her belly teasingly, causing her hips to buck. I hesitated briefly before finally dipping them between her legs. Isla panted against my lips when my fingers worked against her sensitive flesh over the fabric. Her hips arched involuntarily against my hand as she rubbed herself against my fingertips.
I wanted to feel her bare again, so my fingers tugged at the thong’s waistband, sliding the underwear down over her buttocks. Just like she had done to me, my body followed the panties to the floor, except I kissed and nibbled a trail down her thighs and legs.
When her knees buckled, I gripped the back of her thighs to keep her steady. I helped Isla step out of her thong. Once again, I knelt before my queen.
“I’m starting to get off on you in that position.”
“You like me on my knees?”
She nodded. “I like to feel I own you.”
A dark chuckle came from deep within me. “Little Dove, you’ve owned me since the first night we met. On my knees or upright, you have all of me.”
My fingers then traveled between her legs, seeking out her swollen clit. The moment I stroked it, Isla cried out and gripped my shoulders tight. My thumb continued rubbing as my fingers slid into her wet folds. They swirled against Isa’s tight walls, working her into a frenzy of desire. Isla bit down on her lip to keep the ecstatic cries buried in her throat from escaping.
“Let me hear you, Little Dove.”
Always obedient, Isla’s moans echoed through the room becoming music to my ears. I continued my assault on her core and brought her closer and closer to coming. As the wave of her first orgasm crashed over her, she dug her nails into my back and thrust her pelvis hard against my hand.
I rose off the floor. I kept my hands tight on her waist to steady her as she tried to get her bearings. “You’re so fucking hot when you come,” I murmured into her ear.
She flushed at my words, her breath still coming in uneven pants. Gently, I nudged her toward the bed and then eased her down onto her back. Pushing up on her elbows, she scooted higher on the mattress. I climbed onto the bed, looming over her.
As my body covered hers, I pushed her legs wide apart. I then kissed a path from her neck, down through the valley of her breasts, and over her belly. Although I was desperate to slide inside her, I knew I had to prepare her to take me. She was so tiny, and I didn’t want to hurt her.
When my head dipped between her legs, Isla’s eyes pinched shut in ecstasy. As my fingers entered her again, my tongue swirled around her clit, sucking it into my mouth. Isla fisted the sheets in both hands. “Oh Quinn!” she screamed.
“That’s it, Little Dove. Tell me how good it is for you.”
My fingers kept a rapid pace while I went back to licking and sucking at her center.
“Oh yes! Yes, Quinn…please,” she murmured, twisting the sheets tighter in her hands. Her hips kept up a manic rhythm as I plunged my fingers and tongue in and out of her. Finally, it sent her over the edge, and she climaxed violently.
When she came back to herself, she gave me a satiated smile. “There’s number three for tonight. You know, if we count the bathroom too..”
I laughed. “Are you really keeping an orgasm total?”
“I am.”
“Get ready for that number to go off the charts tonight.”
“I look forward to it.” When I started to rise off the mattress, she questioned, “Where are you going?”
“To get a condom.”
She shook her head. “I have an IUD.”
I furrowed my brows at her. “You trust me for the rest?”
“You would never hurt me, so I know you won’t be with me if there’s a chance of any STI’s.”
“There’s not. I’ve never been with a woman without a condom.”
She cupped the scarred side of my face. “Then there can be no barriers between us.”
I groaned. “You don’t know how fucking amazing that is.”
With a cheeky little grin, she countered, “Come show me.”
“I will.”
When I slid my briefs off, Isla sucked in a breath. “You’re even bigger than I thought.”
A chuckle rumbled from me. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me,” I teased.
She gave me a shy grin. “Just don’t hurt me with that massive thing.”
“Never, Little Dove. Only pleasure, remember?”
Although she nodded, I could tell she was still apprehensive. I bent over her, positioning myself
between her thighs. When my cock nudged against her opening, Isla tensed and gripped my shoulders. I bestowed a tender kiss on her forehead. “Don’t worry, Little Dove. I’m going to take this nice and slow, okay?”
She nodded and clamped her eyelids shut.
“No, look at me, Isla.”
Obeying my command, she peeked up at me. Gently, I started easing myself inside. When Isla gasped, I froze. “Are you all right, Little Dove?”
“Mm, yes,” she murmured with a smile.
Taking that as a green light, I slid further inside of her. When I was finally buried so fucking deep, I shuddered. “God, you feel amazing,” I whispered into her ear.
“I could say the same about you,” she replied.
I remained stock-still for a moment, allowing her to get accustomed to my size. Slowly, I pulled out to thrust back into Isla. “Oh fuck, yes, that’s hot,” I groaned into her ear.
Once I found a rhythm, Isla began raising her hips to meet me. We moved nearly in unison, our breaths coming in ragged pants. Although I wanted to pound in and out of her, I kept up a languorous pace.
Taking my face in her hands, Isla smiled. “You don’t have to hold back on me.”
“You’re so tight and tiny. I don’t want to hurt you,” I replied, gritting my teeth from the effort.
“I’m not a virgin, and despite your size, you’re not going to tear me in two.”
Ignoring her, I continued the slow, almost methodical pace. Isla squeezed my shoulders. “Stop holding back. I want all of you.”
“Next time.”
“Now, Quinn!” she demanded.
She then shocked the hell out of me by reaching down to send a stinging slap across my ass. “Fuck me hard, Quinn!”
She didn’t have to hit me again. “You got it,” I growled.
She squealed when I rolled us over to where she was riding me. I lay still, buried deep inside her, waiting for her to take the reins. Tentatively, she rocked against me until she slowly started speeding up the pace. Leaning back, she rested her palms on my thighs.
“That’s it, Little Dove. Take your pleasure from me.”
Just like the night of our lapdance, Isla popped her hips, sending me almost sliding out of her before bouncing back on me.
She rode me hard and fast, grinding against me until she found just the right spot to send her over the edge again. “Yes. Oh God!” Isla cried.
I rose up into a sitting position. I took one of her swaying breasts in my mouth and sucked deeply while gripping her hips tight. I changed the rhythm to work her against me, pulling her almost off my cock and then slamming her back down on me. I felt myself go deeper and deeper each time. I began grunting in pleasure against her chest.
Just as Isla started building to another orgasm, I pushed her onto her back and brought her legs straight up against my chest so her feet rested at my shoulders. She whimpered when I rammed myself into her.
I smirked down at her with satisfaction. “You said you wanted me to fuck you hard, right?”
“I did,” she panted.
“Then get ready.”
As I pounded into her, my balls smacked against her ass. I groaned as the position took me deeper again. Her cries of pleasure fueled me as I thrust again and again. I grunted with each pump of my hips. Tension rippled through me as I started to get close.
My hips began pistoning in and out Isla. Her hands gripped my biceps to keep her in place. Our slapping skin and my animalistic noises of pleasure filled the air around us. Sweat broke out on my body as I gave everything I had to fucking Isla.
“Quinn!” Isla cried when her walls clamped my dick in a vise. I couldn’t hold on any longer, and I pumped one last time. “Oh fuck, Isla!” I moaned as I let myself go inside her.
When I pulled out, the sight of me sliding out of her sent the caveman in me to beat his chest. I’d marked her inside and out as mine.
After collapsing down beside her, I rolled over onto my back. Staring up at the ceiling, I tried getting my bearings.
“Six,” she murmured.
I turned my head on the pillow toward her. “What?”
With a grin, she turned over to prop her head on her hand. “You’ve given me six orgasms now.”
A chuckle rumbled through my chest. “I’m going to give you so many that you’ll lose count.”
She snuggled up to my side, draping her leg over my thigh. “Mm, I can’t wait.”
“You’re a greedy thing wanting more.”
“I can never get enough of you. It’s like a whole world of sex has been revealed to me that I never knew existed.”
Her words had my caveman roaring with inflated male pride. “I feel the same way.”
Isla frowned. “But you’ve been with so many women. I’m sure ones who knew how to fuck you.”
I cupped her cheek. “None of them compare to you, Little Dove.”
With a dreamy smile, Isla lay her head down on my chest. Her hand trailed over my abdomen and up my chest in lazy circles. I loved the feel of her hands on me.
As she traced the scars on my left pec with her finger, I sucked in a breath. She immediately snatched her finger away. “I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t hurt me, Little Dove.”
“Maybe not physically.”
“It’s okay.”
Isla stared intently into my eyes. “One day will you tell me about what happened?” she questioned softly.
“I’ve never talked about that night to anyone.”
Her eyes widened. “Never?”
With a shake of my head, I replied, “When I was recovering in the hospital, many psychologists tried to get me to open up, but I refused. There’s been times I know my brothers have wanted to ask me questions, but they never have. The only one who has ever come close to getting me to talk was my sister, Maeve.”
“What was it about her that made you want to open up?”
Maeve’s haunted eyes in the hospital after her rape flashed in my mind. Even though our trauma was very different, our pain bonded us. She’d also refused to talk to anyone about what had happened. We still hadn’t heard the story in her words. Kellan and Eamon had said little as well.
“She experienced a horrible incident. I thought we could share our pain, but neither one of us was ready to be that vulnerable,” I finally replied.
Isla pressed a tender kiss to my scar. “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have asked. You don’t have to tell me.”
I drew in a ragged breath. In my mind, I felt like I was racing towards the edge of a cliff. In the past, I’d always skidded to a stop at the edge, but tonight…tonight I was ready to leap and free fall. “No. I want to tell you.”
“You do?”
“Aye.”
“Why me?” Isla questioned softly.
I brushed the long strands of hair from her beautiful face. “I just fucked you bare. I should do the same with my emotions. There shouldn’t be anything between us.”
“But I don’t want to cause you pain.”
“You won’t.”
And I knew she wouldn’t. It was time to unburden myself of the horrors I’d experienced that night. With Isla, I knew I’d chosen the perfect person. She wouldn’t judge me or think less of me as a man. There was only care and concern radiating from her eyes.
After sucking in an anguished breath, the words I’d kept wrapped so tightly within me began to flow. The longer I spoke those tightly woven threads of anguish, grief, and guilt unfurled.
As Isla listened, she remained so still to where she could’ve been a statue. The only movement in her came with her tears. They started flowing almost as fast as my words. Their salty sorrow dripped onto my chest.
When I finally finished, Isla threw her arms around me. Although I knew she wanted to comfort me, her little body shook so hard I wrapped her in my arms to soothe her.
“I’msorryI’msorryI’msorry,” she murmured against the scarred flesh of my neck.
Normally I loathed that word in relation to my scars. I despised any kind of pity. But not from Isla.
“Shh, don’t weep, Little Dove.”
My words only caused her to sob harder. “Isla, don’t waste your tears on me.”
She sniffled as she pulled her face from my neck. Staring up at me, she said, “My father used to say that with each tear we shed for someone’s suffering, it eases their pain.” She cupped my cheek. “I would cry an entire ocean for you.”
Her words caused a shudder to ripple through me. After the bombing, I’d never thought I would find a woman I could love, but in the short amount of time I’d come to know Isla, I knew I could love her.
That I already loved her.
But she couldn't know that yet. It was too soon. It made no sense. We hadn’t known each other long enough.
“ Tá mo chroí istigh ionat ,” I murmured as I stared into her eyes.
She smiled up at me through her tears. “That sounds so beautiful. What does it mean?”
“Your heart is very dear to mine.” I rubbed my thumb along her cheekbone. “You have the most beautiful heart I’ve ever known, Isla. It’s so open and caring. It doesn’t judge. It only wants to give.”
“And receive,” she whispered. “From you and you alone.”
My hands slid up her back to her neck. Tenderly, I cupped the back of her head. “My heart wants nothing more than to give everything it has to you.”
Isla dipped her head to bring her lips to mine.She moaned into my mouth as I flipped us over. As I positioned myself between her thighs, I stroked her tongue with my own. Her hands tangled in the stands of my hair. Since she was still drenched in her arousal and my cum, I thrust back inside her.
With my eyes locked on hers, I made love for the first time in my life to my beautiful fairy goddess.