Zayd pushed the door to his room shut, slamming Quinn against it before greedily taking her lips
between his. They'd literally ran here, leaving behind the food Larna had prepared...for their crave
was not a normal hunger...
Not when they only craved each other.
His hand reached behind her, eagerly zipping the dress all the way down. He wanted to tear it, but it
was a gift from him to her, and he'd love to see her in it again.
So, with careful hands, he pulled it off her shoulders and the thin material fell by her feet, leaving
her almost bare in front of him. She wasn't wearing a bra; he could feel the stiff ridges of her breast
pressing against his palm.
They felt so firm and soft in his hands, just as her lips felt against his. She was moving them
aggressively, while peeling his jacket off him and clumsily unbuttoning the thin, white shirt he wore.
He'd never seen her like this; so desperate and carefree, so vulnerable and needy...but seeing her
like this only proved how much she'd been holding back too.
She shook her head, seeming more than just bewildered. âZayd I...you don't really expect me t-to...
why would 1...2"
âYour procrastination will only kill the mood...come on, I know you want to.â
Quinn looked away from him and towards the white walls, burying her pride as she repositioned
herself on her knees. Slowly and hesitantly, she climbed above his face. âZ-Zayd this is~"
Before she could finish her statement or try to back out, his hands locked her in, forcing her a
couple inches down. A broken moan left her lips as his tongue slid along her clit, and she done lost
her mind when he took the soft flesh between his lips, sloppily filling his mouth with her slick.
Heat roused within her, starting a fire that burnt pleasurably all throughout her body. The shame
she felt while doing something like this made it somehow feel even better, and she...she desperately
wanted more.
Gripping onto the bedhead in front, her hips started to move, slowly gyrating against his lips as she
searched for her own pleasure. But what about him? His pleasure was just as important and hers,
and more than herself...Quinn want to give him pleasure. ..
A profuse amount of it, and she...she wanted to taste him too.
Her hips came to a sudden stop, and courage bloomed in her heart as she cleared her throat. âZayd
l...me too. At least let me taste you while you taste me.â
Zayd released her, and she moved away from his mouth. âBy all means...do whatever you want,
angel. It's bound to be hot if you take the initiative.â