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“Your scent,” he whispers against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Sweet Aria, you smell like orange nectar.”
My core clenches at his words, and I can feel wetness pooling between my thighs. My cheeks flush with heat as I remember my earlier thoughts about him having a knot. Oh goddess, why did I think that?
Now it’s all I can think of, and my brain is getting foggy and heavy.
“Don’t.” I lick my lips. “Bite.”
He clenches his teeth for a moment, nodding. “No biting,” he promises. “But, Aria? You’re mine from this day forward. I’m never letting you go.”
“Agree to disagree,” I mutter, but then he nips my lip and I’m a goner.
Quinn’s tongue dances over the stinging spot, soothing the pain, but the fire he ignites within me rages on. His hand travels lower, cupping my ass and squeezing, sending sparks of desire shooting through me. I whimper in response, losing myself in the sensations he creates.
“Aria,” he rumbles against my neck. “Your scent.”
My rational mind screams at me to stop, to remember my commitment to myself and my career, but the scent of his arousal, musky and heady, short-circuits any last shred of self-control I have left.
“Condoms,” I blurt out, suddenly aware of the risks we’re both taking here, and I don’t want to produce spawn yet.
He growls in frustration but reluctantly releases me. I watch with bated breath as he reaches into his pocket, and then he’s right back where he belongs—against my aching body. Our lips collide once more as our hands fumble to undress each other. My shirt is the first casualty, followed by his button-down shirt and all other barriers between us.
Desperation almost makes me clumsy, but never in all my life have I felt such desire and passion and a loss of control.
That’s because you never felt safe.
It’s rude of my brain to be thinking right now, but okay, diva, pop off.
I feel the cool air caress my skin as my bra joins the growing pile of discarded clothing. We are like two teenagers realizing we have bodies for the first time, and it’s amazing. My panties follow suit, and I’m naked in front of him.
Quinn’s jaw clenches as he exhales a harsh curse, his eyes flashing with desire and admiration as he takes in my appearance. Despite the intensity of the moment, that boyish half smile I’ve come to associate with him plays at the corners of his mouth. “You’re absolutely breathtaking,” he rumbles, his voice dripping with lust and need.
I blush despite myself and bite my lip. “You haven’t seen me naked?—”
He cuts me off with a searing kiss, his tongue plundering my mouth as if he’s a man starved for water and I’m his salvation. His hands leave trails of fire in their wake as they explore every inch of me—my breasts, my stomach, the curve of my hip. Moaning into his mouth, I arch into his touch.
My insides twist and knot with aching emptiness, leaving me whimpering and pleading for relief. Quinn smirks at me, his twisted enjoyment oozing from every pore as he revels in my torture and desperation. This is everything I craved, yet it’s almost too much and not nearly enough.
“Condom,” I gasp out again, reminding us both of our agreement. Reluctantly, he breaks away just enough to tear open the condom, and I bite back a moan at the sound of the wrapper being ripped open.
With a playful glint in his eye, Quinn lifts me up against the wall, his strength making me feel weightless. “Going up?” he quips softly, his boyish charm shining through, even in this heated moment. His hands are firm yet gentle, showcasing both his enthusiasm and consideration as he positions us.
“Tell me you want this,” he says, his voice a mix of alpha command and genuine concern. His golden eyes swirl with lust, but there’s a softness there too. He brushes a tender kiss against my forehead. “We can stop anytime, you know that, right?” The care in his tone makes my heart flutter, even as desire courses through me.
In this moment, all I see is him.
“Yes,” I answer, my voice a desperate whisper filled with longing and desire.
His answering growl is primal, animalistic, and oh so sexy. I knew the Clarke brothers would be an issue for my libido, and here we are, fucking against a wall like rabid animals.
Quinn pushes into me in one slow, aching thrust, filling me to the hilt. I gasp as he enters me, stretching me in ways I haven’t felt before. My walls clench around him as I adjust to his girth. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone like this, and the sensation is both foreign and familiar.
“Tell me again,” he rumbles, his voice strained. “Tell me you’re mine.”
Fear and lust war within me, but in this moment, I push aside my reservations and submit to the overwhelming need coursing through my veins.
As his jaw clenches with barely contained desire, he snarls out the words through gritted teeth. “Say it, Aria. I need to hear you say it.” His voice holds a primal desperation, straining against the fragile façade of control he’s desperately trying to maintain.
Looking him in the eye, I say it again, but this time louder and with more conviction. “I’m yours.” For now. Right now.
