Chapter 13

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

DECLAN

"You're okay." I continue to brush the sweaty hair from her forehead with my eyes locked on hers. Fixated on the gold flecks nestled in the deep emerald of her eyes, I suddenly feel like the stupid twenty-five-year-old kid who would do anything for her again.

I wipe my thumb over a trickling tear, and she shudders when it slides over the still-fresh, small scar running along her cheekbone. "Don't." She sobs when I tenderly drag my finger along it. "It's a reminder every time I look in the mirror of how weak I am."

"Nonsense. It's a reminder of how fucking strong you are. Of how determined you are to live." I continue to trace my finger along the jagged line. Closing what little distance there is between the two of us, I taste the saltiness of her tears on my lips when I place a soft kiss atop the scar and another on her cheek. My lips a breath from her skin, I promise, "You're safe now. I will protect you this time."

"Dec?" Quinn tips her head, dragging my lips along her salty cheek until they are resting beside her mouth. Her breaths grow increasingly fast, and she breathlessly whispers, "Tell me why I shouldn't do the one thing I want."

"What do you want?" My lips vibrate against hers as I fight the urge to give in to the one thing I haven't been able to stop thinking about since she was thrust back into my life.

Quinn draws a deep breath and holds it for a second. Her lips part, and her warm breath blows over my lips, "Y?—"

" Daidi! " Fiona's scared voice carries from down the hall, immediately dissipating the needy tension in the air.

The warmth of Quinn's expelling breath disappears from my lips as her hands fall from their tight hold of my shirt. She barely glances at me as she climbs from the couch and retreats into the cool night air on the terrace. I want to follow her, but the moment is gone. Standing from the couch, I shout, "I'm coming, a stóirín ."

With Quinn's screams having woken her, it takes a bit to comfort her and convince her that everything is okay. At least twenty minutes pass before I manage to get her back to sleep. By the time I make my way back into the living room, Quinn is no longer standing on the terrace. Since no one alerted me that she left the apartment, I can only assume she went to bed.

I decide to follow suit. Stripping from my clothes and sliding into bed, I am wide awake when my head hits the pillow. The more I try not to think about Quinn and our fleeting moment on the couch, the more she infiltrates every last nook and cranny of my thoughts. Flooded with memories of things I've tried so hard to forget, my cock grows hard.

As much as I've tried to ignore it, I yearn to feel the softness of her skin beneath my fingers and enjoy the taste of her on my tongue again. My hand descends beneath the sheets, and I close my eyes and wrap my hand around my cock, giving myself both.

Running my tongue along the length of her inner thigh, I teasingly lick from her knee to the subtle dimple beside her pussy. I nip at the tender flesh of her upper thigh, and herthighs tremble, fighting against the double spiral futomomo.

"You look so fucking good, spread wide and dripping in anticipation of my touch." I kiss the words against her soft, well-groomed cunt. I take a deep breath and inhale the scent of her as my tongue drags teasingly up one plump lip of her cunt and down the other as I fight my urge to bury my face in her.

Sliding my fingers between the ropes binding her thighs to her calves, I pull her against my face as I firmly swirl my tongue around her entrance and up to her clit. She groans with pleasure and need as the swirl of my tongue quickly brings her to the edge. Holding her at the brink, I slip a finger into her. Easing it in and out of her ata brutally slow pace, I command, "Tell me what you want."

I imagine feasting on her, the fantasy so vivid I can practically taste the sweet tang of her. My hand slides languidly over my length, wanting to savor every moment of my fantasy instead of merely providing myself relief.

"Please," she begs, trying futilely to grind her hips against my face. "Make me come."

Thrusting and curling my finger, I grind the flat of my tongue over her clit until she's riding a euphoric wave beneath me. Adding a finger, I thrust hard and deep as I kiss up her stomach. My lips crash against hers, and she rides my hand, moaning as I massage the taste of her onto her tongue.

Her tight cunt quivers around my slick fingers, and I know she's at the edge again. She groans through her bliss, "I need you inside me."

"I am inside you," I tease, adding a third digit and vigorously finger fucking her until her toes are curling and her thighs are trembling in their bindings. Keeping the brutal pace, I grind my fingers into the soft spot of her walls. A gush of warm liquid floods over my hand when she lets go.

I bite my lower lip, the image of her squirting all over me causing my balls to tighten. Stilling my hand and panting, I painfully edge myself because I need more.

Holding the base of my cock, I rub the thick tip through the glistening liquid covering her thighs and pussy. I mercilessly rub it against her clit. "What do you want?"

She arches her back, desperately trying to work me toward her entrance. "Your cock. I need it," she whines so beautifully that I'm unable to deny her. I press into her soaked cunt with ease, causing us both to groan in pleasure. Hooking my fingers under the strands of jute around her waist, I drag her over my rigid shaft as I repeatedly plow into her.

Fervently fisting my length, I imagine her screaming name. I spill over my fist with a guttural moan. "Fuck, Quinn…"

Pulling tissues from the box on my nightstand, I clean my release off my stomach and shamefully shake my head.

I shouldn't do this…

I can't.