Quinn's Undying Rose
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Quinn lowered himself onto the bed, joining her, his body sliding over hers. Her arms came around him instantly, her legs widening to accommodate him. As if they’d done this a hundred times, they fit together perfectly.
His hard length settled in between her spread legs, nudging against her moist center, but he held back, not wanting to rush this perfect moment. They had all day. The sun had come up and most everybody in the house was asleep or at least had withdrawn to their respective rooms. For several hours, there was nothing he needed to do other than to take care of Rose, to show her how beautiful life could be.
To love her.
Rose ground against him, her pelvis tilting, asking for his invasion.
Gently, he brushed a strand of her long hair from her cheek. “Patience, my love. We have all the time in the world.”
“But I want you now.” She looked up at him, impatience and longing in her eyes, suddenly looking the same way she had looked on their wedding night.
Quinn felt a soft smile play around his lips. “You already have me.”
His words couldn’t have been truer. His heart belonged to her. It had been that way since he’d first fallen in love with her. It was no different now. Or maybe it was: his love was more intense now, the hold she had on his heart stronger.
Grinding against her, he slid his cock over her sex, pressing down, searching for her most sensitive point. He knew that he’d found it when she moaned softly.
“Right there, huh, Rose?” he asked.
She choked out a single word. “Yes.”
Quinn raised his hips, adjusted his angle, then drove into her inviting cave, drenching himself in the warm wetness of it. The tightness was intoxicating, robbing him of his ability to breathe.
A relieved sigh was her answer. But no sooner had the sigh died on her lips, than he pulled back out and slid his erection over her clit. Now moist with her juices, it was a perfect slide of flesh on flesh. The rubbing motion spread the scent of aroused woman in the room, making him feel drunk with it, if vampires could feel anything akin to that state. He was aware only of Rose and her sensual movements, of her irregular breaths that escalated to pants, of her moans and sighs that echoed in the room.
Sinking his lips onto her neck, he kissed the graceful column of it. A sheen of perspiration had built on her skin, the taste and scent of it more delicious than anything he’d ever known. He blew against her perspiring skin, eliciting a shiver from her.
His body responded in kind, a shudder racing down his spine, shooting into his cock. His balls tingled, pulling up tightly, his shaft filling with more blood, stretching him to capacity.
“Can’t wait any longer,” he pressed out a split second before he plunged into her.
The action shoved her inches higher toward the headboard, her back arching, her head pressing harder into the pillow. She thrust her breasts out, the hard nipples begging to be sucked. So ripe, ready to be harvested. Quinn’s fangs elongated at the sight.
Pulling back from her tight sheath, he thrust back inside, with each slide reaching deeper. Their bodies danced with each other in perfect rhythm. Rose’s legs wrapped around his hips, driving him harder into her. Imprisoned between her strong thighs, he felt complete.
With every thrust, Quinn felt the pressure build in his balls and knew that he was getting close to his breaking point. But he pushed back the need for release, not wanting this to end. At the same time, his fangs itched, urging him to demand another kind of release, to fill another kind of need.
His gaze slid back to her neck. The vein underneath her skin throbbed, the steady rhythm calling to him like a beacon leading him home. Slowly, he dropped his head back to her neck, slowing his strokes. Peeling back his lips, he allowed his fangs to graze her delicate skin. The contact sent a bolt through his body, nearly electrocuting him. He jerked his head back, looking at her.
“Rose, I want . . . I want . . . I need your blood.”
Rose’s half closed eyes shot open.
He wanted to bite her? At Quinn’s words, an unfamiliar sensation went through her. Despite the disgust she’d always felt at the idea of anybody ever biting her again, the two-hundred-year-old memory of her violent turning still fresh in her mind, something inside her wanted to surrender.
As she stared at his extended fangs, her heart beat a little faster, but it wasn’t out of fear, because in concert with her heart, her clit throbbed. Almost uncontrollably. So violently in fact, that she knew she was about to come. It was impossible that the idea of Quinn wanting to bite her would have such an impact on her. If anything, it should repel her, make her push him off her, toss him out of bed.
His hard length settled in between her spread legs, nudging against her moist center, but he held back, not wanting to rush this perfect moment. They had all day. The sun had come up and most everybody in the house was asleep or at least had withdrawn to their respective rooms. For several hours, there was nothing he needed to do other than to take care of Rose, to show her how beautiful life could be.
To love her.
Rose ground against him, her pelvis tilting, asking for his invasion.
Gently, he brushed a strand of her long hair from her cheek. “Patience, my love. We have all the time in the world.”
“But I want you now.” She looked up at him, impatience and longing in her eyes, suddenly looking the same way she had looked on their wedding night.
Quinn felt a soft smile play around his lips. “You already have me.”
His words couldn’t have been truer. His heart belonged to her. It had been that way since he’d first fallen in love with her. It was no different now. Or maybe it was: his love was more intense now, the hold she had on his heart stronger.
Grinding against her, he slid his cock over her sex, pressing down, searching for her most sensitive point. He knew that he’d found it when she moaned softly.
“Right there, huh, Rose?” he asked.
She choked out a single word. “Yes.”
Quinn raised his hips, adjusted his angle, then drove into her inviting cave, drenching himself in the warm wetness of it. The tightness was intoxicating, robbing him of his ability to breathe.
A relieved sigh was her answer. But no sooner had the sigh died on her lips, than he pulled back out and slid his erection over her clit. Now moist with her juices, it was a perfect slide of flesh on flesh. The rubbing motion spread the scent of aroused woman in the room, making him feel drunk with it, if vampires could feel anything akin to that state. He was aware only of Rose and her sensual movements, of her irregular breaths that escalated to pants, of her moans and sighs that echoed in the room.
Sinking his lips onto her neck, he kissed the graceful column of it. A sheen of perspiration had built on her skin, the taste and scent of it more delicious than anything he’d ever known. He blew against her perspiring skin, eliciting a shiver from her.
His body responded in kind, a shudder racing down his spine, shooting into his cock. His balls tingled, pulling up tightly, his shaft filling with more blood, stretching him to capacity.
“Can’t wait any longer,” he pressed out a split second before he plunged into her.
The action shoved her inches higher toward the headboard, her back arching, her head pressing harder into the pillow. She thrust her breasts out, the hard nipples begging to be sucked. So ripe, ready to be harvested. Quinn’s fangs elongated at the sight.
Pulling back from her tight sheath, he thrust back inside, with each slide reaching deeper. Their bodies danced with each other in perfect rhythm. Rose’s legs wrapped around his hips, driving him harder into her. Imprisoned between her strong thighs, he felt complete.
With every thrust, Quinn felt the pressure build in his balls and knew that he was getting close to his breaking point. But he pushed back the need for release, not wanting this to end. At the same time, his fangs itched, urging him to demand another kind of release, to fill another kind of need.
His gaze slid back to her neck. The vein underneath her skin throbbed, the steady rhythm calling to him like a beacon leading him home. Slowly, he dropped his head back to her neck, slowing his strokes. Peeling back his lips, he allowed his fangs to graze her delicate skin. The contact sent a bolt through his body, nearly electrocuting him. He jerked his head back, looking at her.
“Rose, I want . . . I want . . . I need your blood.”
Rose’s half closed eyes shot open.
He wanted to bite her? At Quinn’s words, an unfamiliar sensation went through her. Despite the disgust she’d always felt at the idea of anybody ever biting her again, the two-hundred-year-old memory of her violent turning still fresh in her mind, something inside her wanted to surrender.
As she stared at his extended fangs, her heart beat a little faster, but it wasn’t out of fear, because in concert with her heart, her clit throbbed. Almost uncontrollably. So violently in fact, that she knew she was about to come. It was impossible that the idea of Quinn wanting to bite her would have such an impact on her. If anything, it should repel her, make her push him off her, toss him out of bed.
