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In response, Quinn growls low in his chest and slams me back against the wall, thrusting his cock deep, his knot teasing my entrance.
“Yes,” I hiss, long and low.
“Thank the goddess,” he mutters as he slides between my thighs, coating himself in my slick. We moan in unison.
Quinn’s lips find my earlobe, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. “Gods, Aria…you’re so wet for me,” he rumbles. His hips begin to move slowly, dragging my slick over his cock and my thighs.
His thick knot teases my entrance, rubbing against my throbbing clit with slow, torturous strokes that have me whimpering in need. “You’re so fucking tight,” he snarls appreciatively, his voice rough with arousal as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of my ass cheeks.
The slick sound of our bodies merging fills the room, coupled with our ragged breaths and muted groans, then he stills inside me for a moment, allowing me to just feel him.
Quinn’s breath fans hot against my skin, but he pauses, pulling back to meet my eyes. “You okay?” he asks, his tone gentle, despite the desire evident in his gaze. “We can take this slower if you need.” His consideration, even in this heated moment, makes my heart swell. I nod, touched by his thoughtfulness, and he smiles before returning to trail kisses down my neck, each one a perfect blend of passion and care.
“Oh fuck!” I grip onto his shoulders. The way Quinn pulses inside me is overwhelming. My pussy clenches around him involuntarily as waves of pleasure ripple through me.
Quinn’s mouth captures mine, but it’s not just a kiss—it’s an exploration. His lips move with enthusiastic curiosity, as if he’s mapping every contour, savoring every taste. His hands roam with equal fervor, each touch a question and a discovery. As he starts to move inside me, it’s with that same eager energy—slow at first, then building, each thrust an experiment in pleasure. His eyes, bright with wonder and excitement, never leave mine, as if he’s cataloging every reaction, every gasp and moan, for future reference.
“Gods, Aria,” he snarls between thrusts. “Your pussy is squeezing the hell out of me.” His hands grip my ass tighter, anchoring us together as he rams deeper into me with each thrust.
My body responds instinctively to Quinn’s raw dominance, each powerful stroke sending shockwaves of bliss through my core. His thumb finds my clit, rubbing circles that make stars explode behind my eyes.
“Harder,” I moan, digging my nails into his back. He responds immediately, pounding into me with raw, animalistic need. The rough friction of his pelvic bone against my swollen bud pushes me to the edge.
Bathed in sweat and lust, our bodies move together as one—a testament of raw desire and pent-up sexual tension finally unleashed. It isn’t enough. I need the rest of him. I need the knot pressing against me.
“Quinn,” I whine, trying to push myself down on him harder.
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me. “Patience, sweetheart. Good things come to those who wait.” His eyes twinkle with mirth. “And I promise, you’ll be coming very, very soon.”
Despite myself, I snort. “That was terrible.”
“Made you laugh, though.” He grins, punctuating his words with a particularly deep thrust that turns my laugh into a moan.
“You want my knot?” he whispers against my ear as he grabs me and begins to walk me to my bedroom while still thrusting in and out of me.
Honestly, that’s a superpower I didn’t know I needed in a partner until this very moment.
He casually carries me to the bedroom while pressing kisses along my neck and nibbling my ear.
The soft mattress cradles me as he lays me down, the haze of my preheat nearly undoing me.
With careful intent, Quinn begins to move within me, pulling back only to plunge deeper inside again. The measured tempo of his movements sends waves of anticipation crashing through me, our union an intoxicating symphony of sight and sound, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing like music in my ears.
As he buries himself within my inviting warmth, Quinn pauses, allowing me to acclimate to his knot. A decadent sensation of fullness blooms within me, and every nerve ending comes alive with electric pleasure that sparks at our connection point. I feel utterly claimed, stretched, and filled by him in a way that leaves no room for anything else.
“More,” I cry, needing him to lock inside me.
He pulls back slowly before pushing forward again, each deliberate stroke designed to elicit maximum pleasure. The throbbing ridge of his length rubs tantalizing circles against my swollen nub, stirring waves of ecstasy that leave me breathless.
Quinn’s hot kisses trail down my throat, causing delightful shivers to cascade along my spine. My fingers dig into his firm shoulders, gripping onto him for dear life as the pace quickens and the intensity heightens between us.
“Please, alpha,” I whimper, arching against him.
He thrusts, sweat beading on his brow. “That’s it, breathe,” he coaxes, pushing his knot deep inside, and then he’s locked into place.
The way he swells within me, pulsing with every thrust, ignites tidal waves of pleasure that wash over me. My body responds instinctively by clenching around him in a delicious rhythm, lighting up with electric pleasure.
He ruts me like a man possessed, and the tantalizing friction of his pelvic bone against my sensitive bud pushes me toward the precipice of pleasure. Our bodies dance in an intoxicating rhythm, completely lost in the carnal ballet we’ve orchestrated.
