“Help me stop.”
The plea barely passed her lips before he drove into her—so deep, he jostled a low, grateful cry from her as she reared up to meet the thrust. He drew back just enough to get a view of how brutally thick he looked lodged inside her smaller, far more delicate body, and then he thrust again, trying to temper the force this time, but still pushing her hips higher over the top of the chair. Her mouth fell open, then slowly closed on a moan as she lowered her head to the cushion.
“You need comfort?” He growled the question.
“Yes,” she gasped, her cheek brushing the upholstery as she nodded.
Every reason why this was wrong faded. He could justify anything, because her tears had stopped. “Take it. Take what you need.”
Use me.
He forced himself to still, and watched her slowly circle her hips, pulling away at the zenith and then sliding back. When she brought her ass close, despite his best intentions to let her do what she chose, he gave in to the imperative to move, slamming their bodies together and sending her scrambling to stabilize herself. She hadn’t quite managed when he thrust into her again. Her toes left the ground. The robe pooled around her shoulders as her body tipped forward. The angle pinned her head and arms to the seat of the chair, and her opportunity for taking ended. This position foreclosed any ability on her part to be an active participant. She could only receive. Whatever comfort he chose to give, in whatever manner he chose to give it. Recipient.
Quinn being Quinn, the limitation didn’t stop her from trying to assert control. “Hard, and fast. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to feel anything but this.”
His body accepted the challenge and he proceeded to give her exactly what she asked for, keeping the pace furious, even when her breath hitched, and her body stiffened. Even when an orgasm squeezed every part of her until she sagged into the chair, panting and wrung out.
More.
That’s all he could think. Give her more. Make her take more. They’d crossed the line. There was no coming back from this, and he needed to make sure she understood where they stood now. Make sure she looked him in the eye and whimpered his name in acknowledgment the next time she came, so she had no room to maneuver when he asked her the tough questions she’d been evading for weeks. No backpedaling. No throwing up shields. No walking away.
Concentrating on the look-him-in-the-eye part of the plan, he pulled out of her. The abrupt move splashed hot, damp remnants of her orgasm o
nto her thighs. Her shocked gasp held a note of betrayal, and he felt the sting of it along every inch of his cock.
Prolonged suffering wasn’t part of his plan, for either of them, so he hauled her off the chair, spun her around, and braced her high against the wall. Then, knees bent, he slid into her again. His penetration sent a shiver through her. Her post-orgasmic flush deepened, staining her cheekbones almost the same shade as her lips. Dark-blond lashes sank low over dazed eyes, and her thick sigh of pleasure misted his face.
“Look at me,” he managed to say through the crippling chaos of his own need. And then, he simply closed one hand along the side of her head, the other along her jaw, and tipped her face to his. The mouth he’d been dreaming of hovered less than an inch from his. His lips ached to close the distance. His tongue tingled with anticipation of finally exploring the sweet recess his cock had usurped the honor of entering first. “What did you need tonight, Quinn?”
“Comfort.” She squirmed her hips as she said it, clearly seeking more. “Something to take away the ache.”
He leaned in, offering her more, bringing their mouths infinitesimally closer. “Does this comfort you?” He rocked his hips.
“Yessss.”
Her head tried to fall back, but he kept it forward. Kept their eyes locked. “Good.” He rocked again, giving her a quick, shallow stir, and then let her chase his retreating cock, so they’d both appreciate the honesty of her response.
“Yes.”
The first orgasm had left her sensitive. One hard grind was all she could stand before she dug her heels into his calves for leverage, and lifted.
This time he pursued, pinning her hips to the wall and burying himself high inside her—hilt to clit. She fought it a little, battling the intensity, but then relaxed as he eased back. Her forehead rested against his. Her soft moan assured him that while he might have inflicted more than he thought she could withstand, it worked for her. “When you need comfort, you come to me. Understand? If you feel empty, don’t sabotage yourself to fill the void. Don’t reach for quick fixes that are going to fail you in the long run. You reach for me, Quinn, because I’m never going to fail you. Say it.”
“You. I reach for you.”
He rewarded that breakthrough with a surge of his hips. Her lips were a hairsbreadth from his. He could almost feel them. Almost taste them. “That’s right. I’ll fill every void. Take away every ache. All you have to do is call for me.” He needed to see it. See her lips forming his name.
“Luke. Lu—”
And that was it. More than he could take. After struggling for an eternity to deny himself, the war ended here. He captured those lips while his name still lingered on them. Her mouth moved under his, as demanding, and giving as he’d known it would be. He delved deep. She sealed her lips around his tongue, and speared her fingers into his hair, holding him there as if she honestly feared he could abandon the kiss. She’d learn. He tightened his hold on her jaw and lunged into her again, claiming her everywhere. Claiming everything. Giving everything.
Her hands rushed over him—down his back, under his T-shirt, along his spine—urging him on. A blunt but steady thumping alerted some distant part of his brain that he was buffeting her between the wall and his body, driving into her with more energy than finesse. Fingernails raked his skin.
Too rough. He was being way too rough.
He got a hand under her, supporting her, his fingers sinking into the divide between her ass cheeks. She ripped her mouth from his and whimpered his name as she quivered on the brink of another orgasm.
He buried his face in the curve of her neck, and shot them both over the edge, groaning in surrender as something far too annihilating to be relief shuddered through him.