“I can’t—I can’t stop.” His entire body is trembling with the effort to stay still, but it’s like he’s being driven by a force out of his control. His muscles ripple as he fights against the urge to move. He has a pained expression on his face when he adds, “I’m trying to hold back, Quinn. I really am.”
“Don’t.” I caress his cheek. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Just let it happen.”
Groaning, he gives into a power that’s beyond us. His hips begin pumping into me. Our ragged breathing is loud as our bodies slap together. Every time he thrusts, the sensation of being so full makes me whimper, but it doesn’t hurt.
In fact, it starts to feel really fucking good.
Kirian’s hand goes to my face. “My queen. My mate. You’re the best thing I’ve ever felt.”
“Anything yet?” I ask, studying his unfocused lavender eyes. He’s not showing any signs of vision.
“Let’s not think about that right now. This isn’t about the curse. It’s just about you and me.”
He’s right. After everything we’ve been through, we deserve this moment.
Sliding a hand around his back, I cling to him and moan, “You and me.”
Kirian
I’m so lost in the pleasure, I forget about the curse. My eyes are closed, because all I can focus on is Quinn’s impossibly snug pussy. Her slick walls are like velvet around my cock, and every time I push into her, there’s a gush of liquid, making the glide smoother.
I love the feeling of her soft body pinned beneath mine. The sweet scent of her sweat mixed with arousal. The wet sounds coming from where we’re joined.
I want to do this every day, all day. I’ll take up residence inside Quinn’s body. She’ll be my palace, my fortress, my home.
I must be insane with lust, because I even consider making her sit on my cock during dinners and meetings.
Opening my eyes, I expect to get nothing but darkness, but there’s a faint glow.
I blink. Once. Twice.
My vision is fuzzy, but I can see.
I grunt, unable to stop ramming my cock into Quinn. I can’t—it feels too good, and it’s like my motions are being driven by something more than just physical need.
Calling on all my willpower, I force my body to slow. The best I’m able to accomplish is a languid thrust. It’s so difficult to do, I’m shaking from exertion, but I want to be able to look at Quinn.
Her face—the one I’ve memorized by touch—is scrunched up in ecstasy. There’s a cute wrinkle on the bridge of her nose. Her pink lips are parted, and her eyes are slammed shut. For a second, I think my sight is spotty because there are a bunch of shadows on her skin.
But what I’m seeing is her freckles. The Night Realm sky. It’s all there on her face.
“Why’re you stopping?” Keeping her eyes closed, Quinn rolls her hips, pushing me deep. “It’s so good.”
“It’s working. The curse… it’s lifting.”
“It is?” Peeking through her dark lashes, Quinn gazes up at me.
The second our eyes connect, my view sharpens.
I gasp.
My soul realigns. Before, it was disjointed. Untethered.
But as I see my love’s chocolate brown eyes for the first time, I feel my essence click into place. I’m whole now.
Quinn’s my purpose. This beautiful, kind-hearted girl is my reason for existing.
“Kirian?” She places a hand on my cheek. “You see me?”
“I do.” Grinning, a triumphant laugh bursts from me.
I fight the pull of the bond long enough to go still for a few seconds. I want to admire Quinn. Caressing her face, like I’ve done so many times before, I trace the dots on her smooth skin.
She watches me as I memorize her. My finger trails over her forehead, down her nose, across her cheek. It’s familiar and new at the same time.
I travel down to her neck. Her collarbone.
Pushing up with one arm, I cup her breast in my other hand. I like the way the flesh moves when I squeeze the round globe. Her dusky pink nipple is hardened into a tight bud, and I enjoy watching her back arch when I pinch it.
As much fun as it is to ogle her tits, I can’t resist completion much longer. The bond is demanding it, and the visual stimulation is overwhelming.
Against my will, my hips jerk, burying my cock as far as it can go.
Quinn moans, but her face screws up in pleasure, not pain. She already gave me permission to let go.
So I do.
Grasping her waist, I anchor her to the floor as I pound into her pussy. My motions are fast, hard, and frantic.
My balls draw up tight to my body, and I know I won’t last much longer. The closer I get to coming, the more I’m driven by instinct.
I’ve never needed anything this much. Not air, not food, not flight.
This is something primal.
It’s a good thing we’re so far away from anyone. Every time I sink into Quinn, she cries out. Between her sounds, my grunts, and our bodies smacking together, we’re not being quiet.
“Quinn,” I say through gritted teeth. “My Quinn.”
She looks at me, mouth parted, panting. Candlelight casts a warm glow over her beautiful face, and I love every single mark on her skin.
Our eyes stay locked as I shimmy a hand between us.
Rubbing Quinn’s clit with the pad of my middle finger, I wring an orgasm out of her in less than a minute.
Her thighs shake, her head tilts back, and a guttural scream echoes through the night as her inner muscles clench around my cock.
Quinn’s heels dig into the blanket, propelling her away from me, but I follow.
I don’t let up as I chase my own release. Hooking my arms under her back, I hold onto the top of her shoulders so I can get more leverage.
“Fuck. So good.” My eyes are heavy, threatening to close.
Something big is happening. I can feel it in my
