Quinn #3
“I need to hear you say it, sweetheart.” His voice might have been languid if not for the intensity in his eyes. “What do you want?”
“You,” I breathed. “Yes, I want that. All of it.”
A smile flickered on his lips before it disappeared, his expression turning serious. “Are you on the tonic?”
“Have been since I first arrived in Soleara,” I said quickly.
It had been more for period management and preparation just in case, considering I hadn’t been with anyone since before I traveled to this realm.
There had been opportunities after the war was won…
and yet, none of them had interested me. Not since I learned Tobias was alive.
“Me too.” He started to reach for me, then hesitated. A hint of concern crossed his face, his mouth parting like he was trying to figure out what to say.
I tilted my head. “What is it?”
“Even before my imprisonment, I liked a sense of control. And now…” Tobias swallowed hard, a blush staining his cheeks. “If you aren’t into that, or you aren’t comfortable with the idea, I understand. I just wanted to let you know everything before we—”
“Are you asking to tie me to the headboard, Maris?”
His breath caught, the hard length of him twitching again me, and I knew I had read him correctly.
“Because it wouldn’t be the first time,” I said, adding a bit breathlessly, “Sir.”
I had always enjoyed being dominated. Boyfriends, girlfriends…
there was something about submission that made the analytical part of my brain turn off, the bliss of ceding control making the pleasure that much better.
Maybe it was because I had always been the sort of girl who had basked in earning gold stars on my homework.
Or maybe it was simply a chance to stop overthinking everything and just feel… but I wanted this as much as he did.
“Not for our first time…and not until we set some ground rules,” Tobias said, his voice dropping so low a shiver coursed down my spine. “But I won’t deny the thought hadn’t crossed my mind, sweetheart.”
His hand trailed down my chest, circling around my breast—his light touch sending a shiver of need through my entire body. He flicked my nipple just hard enough to make me gasp aloud.
“You’re going to tell me what you like,” Tobias drawled, his tone sinful. “And I’m going to enjoy doing every single one of them to you.”
“Yes, please,” I breathed, reaching for him. My hand trailed down his chest, then lower. I needed to touch him—to pull down those shorts and see all of him. If the bulge pressing against me was any indication, well…my mouth watered in anticipation.
He caught my hand right as my finger dipped into his waistband, slowly shaking his head in mock disappointment. “First, I’m going to get you off. Then you can touch me.”
A thrill shot through me at his words. Heat pooled low in my belly, then lower still.
Placing my hand palm down at my side, Tobias reached for me with both hands, fisting the neckline of my nightgown. I gasped as he ripped the gown in half—tearing it straight down the middle in one powerful jerk—the silk pooling beneath me.
I trembled in anticipation, waiting breathlessly. For a seemingly endless moment, he just stared, his hooded eyes drinking in every inch of me.
“Somehow, you look better than every fantasy I’ve ever had of you,” Tobias rasped, each word rough-edged.
I sucked in a breath as he lowered his head to my breast. My back arched encouragingly as he drew my nipple into his mouth, a low whimper escaping my throat.
He had barely touched me, and I was ready to combust.
“So responsive,” he murmured. He drew one nipple then the other into his mouth until I was squirming beneath him.
My hands fisted the sheets beneath me with the effort not to touch him.
He trailed his hands slowly down my stomach, then lower still to follow the curve of my hips, teasingly avoiding the place I needed him most.
“Tobias.”
His breath was hot against my nipple as he chuckled deep in his throat. “I could edge you for days, sweetheart. But since we only have until sunrise…”
My entire body jerked as his thumb flicked my clit.
“I want to feel you unravel.” His teeth nipped at my ear, his voice low and dominant.
“I want to hear if the sounds you make are even better than I imagined. I want you to mark me with your fingernails as they claw up my back. I want to be inside you so badly that I can barely breathe.” He dropped a light kiss behind my ear.
“I want…I don’t want to ever let you go. ”
Each word he spoke was a spark, and I was already burning.
His middle finger slid downward, pushing inside me as his thumb started to circle. I reflexively bucked my hips against his hand as he added a second finger.
I opened my eyes to find his gaze devouring me. He smirked. “Are you always this wet for me?”
How many nights had I spent down the hall from him, imagining what would happen if he knocked on my door? Just as many as I had gotten myself off, wishing my fingers were his.
His thumb lifted, and I let out a whine of protest.
“Use your words.”
“Yes,” I admitted, clenching around his fingers. “I’m always…” I gasped as his thumb resumed its ministrations. “Always this wet for you.”
“Good.”
Those two fingers curled inside me. My eyes rolled back in my head, my hips begging him to continue.
“Don’t come yet,” Tobias demanded. “Not until I get my mouth on you.”
I was panting, my body already starting to shake with the start of my orgasm. “But I’m about to…” My eyes flew open as he withdrew his hand entirely. “Tobias.”
There was that damned dimple, back to taunt me. He splayed his hands across my inner thighs, spreading me open. His hair fell into his eyes as he leaned forward…
I squealed when his tongue delved inside me, taking his fingers’ place. “Oh, gods.”
His groan reverberated through me. I curled my fingers tighter into the sheets, dying to run my fingers through his hair. But I could follow his rules if it meant reaping the rewards.
Tobias held me in place as his tongue trailed up to circle my clit, every muscle in my body starting to shake. My building orgasm felt like the tremors before an earthquake—like I was the epicenter, alive with tension, and it wouldn’t be long before I fractured.
“Tobias…I need to—”
“Come for me, Quinn.”
His mouth closed around me, his teeth trailing against that sensitive nub of nerves.
When he thrust his fingers back inside me, my vision blacked out.
I cried out as I came apart, my orgasm tearing through me in wave after wave until I thought it might never end.
Tobias didn’t let up, his tongue dragging me from one orgasm into the next until I was so sensitive I begged him to stop.
Tobias’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he sat back and licked his lips. “You taste even better than I imagined.”
I lay there, staring up at him in blissful contentment. His hard length jutted toward me, straining against his shorts. I pushed myself up onto my elbows.
Tobias must have seen the hunger in my eyes. His fingers grazed my chin, his hand resting against my jaw as he tilted my head up to look at him.
I ran my tongue across my lips, wetting them.
His eyes darkened. “Tell me what you want, Quinn.”
“I want those off,” I said, my eyes dropping to the only piece of clothing left between us. Then I looked up at him from beneath my lashes. “And then I want to take you in my mouth before you finally fuck me.”
Tobias’s thumb pressed against my lower lip. “Is that so?”
I nodded, loving the way he was looking at me. So open, so adoring, I wanted to bask in his light after so long in the cold.
“You are perfect for me, aren’t you, sweetheart.”
It wasn’t a question, but I found myself nodding.
Letting go of my chin, he got off the bed, then glanced down in invitation.
But it was my turn to take my time. I let the wreckage of my nightgown fall away as I sat up, enjoying his attention.
His breath caught as I slowly crawled across the bed, arching my back so my ass swayed with every movement.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
Our eyes met, the heat in his making my core clench. Then I reached for him, sliding a finger on either side of his waistband. The hard length of him sprang to attention as I yanked his shorts down, his cock bobbing in front of my face.
My eyes went wide at the sheer size of him. It wasn’t just his substantial length, but his veiny girth made the thought of fitting him inside me…challenging. I bit my lip, my brow furrowing as I assessed him.
Tobias looked down at me, every hard line of him radiating smug, masculine arrogance. “You can take it.”
“You sure about that?”
I wasn’t fully convinced. But I was sure as hell going to try.
Tobias laughed low in his throat. “You have that same look of determination you do when you’re trying to solve a problem.
I’ve never seen you give up, and I don’t expect you to start now.
Besides—” His word turned into a hiss as I wrapped my hand around him, pumping slowly up and down his length. “We’re going to make it fit.”
Heat rushed through me. I was more than ready for him to try. But first…
I moved closer, my lips barely brushing against him. His length twitched in my hand, his abdominals going taut with anticipation. I wanted to lick every line.
“Tell me what you want,” I parroted back at him.
“I want your lips around me,” Tobias gritted out as I spat on my hand, then worked him faster. “I want you to take me down your throat.” He raised a brow. “But you only get one minute until you’re back underneath me, so you’d better make your time count.”
His breathing turned uneven as I leaned forward, intent on exactly that. I stretched my tongue out, licking the underside of his cock, loving the way he shuddered as I did. A faint sound escaped his lips as my tongue traced the slit of his engorged head.