She nodded weakly and he slid out of her, then thrusted back in. Quinn pulled her thigh over his hip and thrusted again, filling her entirely. Again and again, he slid into her until her whimpers became moans.
Her nails dragged down his chest and to his sides. "Quinn!"
"Yes, enjoy me, tell me what you need," he encouraged.
"You. More. Yes," she whined, each word a new sentence, though none worked together. "Please! Please, Quinn!"
He let out a low grunt as he drove into her harder and faster. Her legs wrapped around him and she dragged him closer to her. Her lips parted against his chest as he cupped the back of her head, pounding into her again and again to give them both the satisfaction they craved.
"So perfect for me, Nesta," he said in her ear, gripping her hair tighter. "Beyond imagination."
"Yes," she said against his chest, kissing the inside of his shoulder, kissing his collar bone, his neck, anywhere she could reach. "That feels so good."
