Chapter Sixteen
Astrid
Someplace safe meant Quint's apartment. Of course. After being attacked again though, I had no issue with going there. Not if he really thought he could keep me safe. We rode the elevator up in silence, I was still too stunned to speak. Then the doors opened and I looked at the night beyond his wall of windows – looked at the darkness pressing close and felt myself shiver. I knew what was out there and it scared the hell out of me.
“You've been watching me,” I said.
He nodded. “I wanted to give you the space you asked for,” he said. “But I also wanted to ensure that you were safe.”
“Thank you, Quint,” I said, gratitude flooding my body. “You save my life again.”
“We are beginning to make a habit out of that, aren't we?”
I laughed in spite of myself. “Yes, we are,” I said. “Listen, about the last time we were together –”
He raised a hand. “You don't need to say anything, Astrid. You've been thrown into this strange world you never knew existed. Of course, you're going to freak out a little bit. Who wouldn't? The important thing is that we keep you safe. That we keep the Shongtal away from you.”
I nodded. “But won't they keep coming for me?”
He sighed and avoided my eyes. “We're going to take this one day at a time,” he said. “You must be exhausted. Let me show you to one of the guest rooms.”
I was feeling pretty wrung out, but surprisingly, not exhausted. In fact, there was a warm energy coursing through my body and I was feeling a familiar heat burning between my thighs. Maybe, it was the adrenaline rush from the attack and seeing death knocking on my door. Perhaps, it was being close to Quint again after having been separated for the last couple of weeks. I didn't know and didn't care. It was irrelevant. There was a burning desire in me, a fiery need, and I was going to sate it.
When Quint showed me into the guest room, I turned and planted a long, deep kiss onto him.
He pulled back, looking at me in surprise and I saw the question in his eyes.
“Yes, I really want this,” I whispered.
Quint pushed me up against the wall with such force, I feared we might bust through to the other side. He kissed me, long and hard. I felt his erection through his pants, felt him pressing against me. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my legs around his waist and have him take me right there, against the wall.
I burned with need and desire and just wanted – needed – him inside of me.
I fumbled with his pants, failing to unbutton them as Quint kissed down the length of my neck, sending chills down my spine. His hands slid down my back, squeezing my ass as he continued to plant soft kisses along my neck.
When I failed, yet again, to get his pants down, he grabbed both of my hands in just one of his, pinning them against the wall above my head. He smiled at me – the smile of a man who was enjoying being in control.
He easily slipped my skirt down with one hand, smirking as it fell to the floor at my feet.
“You have it easier than I do,” I teased.
Quint didn't argue with me about that. In fact, he didn't say another word. Instead, he dropped down to his knees in front of me and pressed that delicious mouth of his against my most intimate parts. His tongue roamed and explored every bit of flesh between my thighs, sending shockwaves of pleasure crashing through me. My body tightened as he slid his tongue inside of me, cupping my ass and pulling me closer to him.
“Oh God,” I muttered breathlessly, as he pressed his tongue between my lips, circling it around and licking to his heart's content. “You almost seem to be enjoying this as much as I am.”
“I am,” he said, looking up at me for a split second before lowering his head and getting back to work.
With my head against the wall, I watched as Quint seemed to savor every second of going down on me –his tongue was magical. The way he used his fingers and his tongue, had me moaning his name in no time flat. My hands were in his hair, pressing him into me as I reached the precipice. As if sensing I was there, he plunged his tongue deep inside of me, pushing me over the edge. I cried out as I came hard. Quint held me up as he continued licking, making the powerful waves of my orgasm last even longer than normal. My eyes rolled back in my head as I called his name – I was in heaven.
Quint smiled and seemed to be content to keep doing what he was doing for as long as I wanted. But I wanted more of him. Pulling him up to standing, I kissed him and tasted myself on his lips. This time, he helped me remove his pants as we backed up toward the edge of the bed.
He dropped the pants and fell backward, taking me with him. I straddled him, pressing myself against him as he moved toward me, sealing our bodies in one, delightful thrust.
“Oh Quint...” I groaned, rocking back and forth on top of him.
He strained a bit as he sat up and he kissed me as we made love, savoring every movement as our bodies moved and flowed to their own rhythm. I put my hands on his chest, relishing the feel of the hard angles and planes of his sculpted body. I marveled at how warm his skin was – as if it burned with an inner fire.
Quint slipped my shirt off over my head and took my breasts into his hands, seeming to marvel at them as he gently massaged my nipples through my bra, a look of absolute hunger in his eyes.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I said, biting my lip as I ground against him harder, taking him even deeper inside of me than ever before – which drew a gasp from me. “You just feel so good.”
“You feel amazing, Astrid,” he said, his jaw clenched tight as he slid his hands down my body, gripping my hips, helping me move on top of him.
I felt a warmth take over my body, as my head fell forward, my hair cascading down over his chest, and every muscle in my body tightened up. He thrust upward, plunging himself even deeper into me. The rush of sensation was overwhelming and I bit down hard on his chest, to stop myself from screaming as the pleasure took hold of me, making me thrash wildly on top of him.
Quint held onto me, keeping me in place, as I came, hard – again. As my body shuddered and I writhed on top of him, his cock sheathed deep inside of me. As my body was buffeted by wave after wave of pleasure, I could tell my own orgasm was bringing on Quint's as well. He gritted his teeth, but his breathing was getting heavier, his thrusts more determined and desperate.
“Yes, Quint, yes,” I said, grinding into him.
Clenching myself down around the length and girth of him, I looked into his eyes as he let out an animalistic groan, and I knew in that moment, that I'd pushed him over that edge of bliss.
There was nothing so beautiful as the look in your lover's eyes as they climax with you, and my eyes fixed on his face as he buried himself deep inside of me one last time. I felt him throbbing and pulsing, filling me up with his hot, wet seed.
Eventually, our waves of orgasm subsided and our breathing – as well as our heart rates – returned to normal. My body still tingled though, with the memory of having had him so deep inside of me. Of the magical things he'd done with his tongue and fingers.
“That was amazing,” he said as I collapsed on top of him.
“Yes, yes it was.”
I couldn't deny it – it was easily the best sex I'd ever had.
Quint pushed the hair back from my face and kissed me, holding my face in his hands, stroking my cheeks in the gentlest way possible.
“You are special, Astrid,” he said. “You know that, right?”
I grinned at him ruefully. “Those creatures – the Shongtal – certainly seem to think so.”
He chuckled grimly. “It's more than that. There's just something about you,” he said. “I wish I could make you see and believe that.”
Quint ran his hands through my hair and leaned forward, kissing the top of my head.
“I'm not going to let anything hurt you,” he said. “Ever. You're mine and I'm yours.”
“That sounds nice,” I said. “Really, really nice.”