A large, four-post bed rests in the corner of the room. I glance around at the décor and assume the owners of the real cabin chose the flowered wallpaper.
Nearby, Quill strips down. With every piece of clothing he removes, his expression becomes increasingly sullen, and the beast more intense. I lock him into the chains before my towel comes off.
Again he takes in the sight of me and seems more depressed than aroused. His body tells a different story. I stroke him quickly, licking at the head of his thick erection until he erupts into my mouth. He growls with the orgasm and hisses with pleasure when I suck at his softening flesh.
I crave to feel him inside me. The way he stretches and owns me is addictive. I’ve never enjoyed sex before. In the past, I orgasmed because my body felt things my heart never could. Now I have Quill.
Once he’s hard in my mouth, I pop him loose. I reach behind him and hold onto the bedpost. He watches me warily as I lower my breast to his lips.
“Suck, Quill.”
His mouth grudgingly opens for my nipple. He doesn’t care about my pleasure, which isn’t a surprise since he doesn’t care about his pleasure either. Quill endures sex while I ache for it.
Like a baby, he calms from the sucking motion. I have to wiggle free to force him to let go of the first nipple so I can switch. He frowns at me, irritated I took away his toy. Biting my nipple, he wants to punish me.
Tugging his head back, I kiss his forehead. “Be nice or I’ll leave you chained up in here.”
Growling, Quill yanks at the chains. I watch him struggle and hear him cursing my name under his breath.
“Do you want to suck?” I ask, tempting his lips with my hard nipple.
Relenting, he sucks the flesh into his mouth and relaxes. I run my fingers through his thick, brown hair. Closing my eyes, I enjoy the feel of his rough sucking. Between my legs, his cock searches for my pussy. I feel the tip leaking against my thigh, but I’m not ready. Quill is at my mercy, and I want to play a little more.
Tugging my nipple out of his mouth, I stand, so his mouth feels the heat of my pussy. I open the flesh between my legs and touch the swollen nub.
“This is my clit. If you lick it, I will cry out your name like you moan mine when I lick your dick. Will you help me cry out?”
Quill wants to glare at me, but his gaze latches onto the sight of my wet, pink flesh, and he can’t look away. He licks his lips, hungry for what I offer. I take a chance of offering my vulnerable clit to a still unsatisfied beast.
His tongue slides between my fleshy folds, drinking my juices. I hear him groan and strain for more. I brace myself against the wall, keeping my balance while he devours me long after I cry out his name.
When I take away his newest toy, he growls, “Bitch.”
“Patience,” I whisper, lowering myself onto his cock.
My body opens for him. His hips move instinctively, shoving upward to fill me completely. I cup his face and suck my juices from his lips. Between my legs, I clamp his erection tightly, making every thrust unbearable for him. Quill nips my bottom lip and won’t let go until he shudders from the first wave of his orgasm.
Quill groans and growls and mumbles my name. He calls me the devil while shoving himself deeper and seeking more pleasure. I watch him orgasm and enjoy how he smiles when the orgasm hits its peak.
Once he’s caught his breath, I lift my hips and find him with my mouth. Quill isn’t done. Not with one or two or ten orgasms. His body craves more until he can’t move any longer. Every time his cock softens, I stroke and tease it back into action. He asks for my pussy, wanting to taste me. I offer him whatever he desires. The look on his face when he’s relaxed is worth all of his sullen behavior.
I don’t know how long we’re together. The CD plays dozens of times without us pausing. Our bodies’ movements become leisurely. Gently rolling my hips, I wrap my arms around his neck. We stare at each other, feeling both connected and a million miles apart. Quill accepts his pleasure now, asking for what he wants. He even hates me less for giving him what he needs.
Carnal desire makes better sense to him now, but affection and love remain mysteries. I know as soon as his body is exhausted, he’ll want away from me.
So while Quill grudgingly offers his body to me, I don’t know if I’ll ever have a shot at owning his heart like he now owns mine.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Odessa
Later that night, scratching draws me to the window. I search for the cause, but a curtain of darkness prevents me from seeing anything past the porch. Glancing back at Quill, I wonder if he hears the noise too. He stares at the wall, lost in his thoughts.