As pleasure peaked, she took his throat between her hands. Squeezing tendon and bone, damaging him, she drew out the dangerous male’s first silvery spray of come.
Muscles shaking from the extreme effort required to draw her hips down, Que fought to hold her in place. She resisted, fluid seeped between them, scented the air, and Quinn cried out in those last hypnotic moments of completion.
When it was over, her fingers loosened about his abused throat, and she sagged onto the barrel of his chest. “For that fine performance I will submit any way you want, anywhere you wish.”
Large fingers carded through a tangled length of plum hair. “That would please me, slave.”
Snickering, she bit his nipple, sucking it hard before flicking the flesh with her tongue.
Under her gentler caress, the male grew pensive. “Do you long for more human interaction? Shall I tell you I love you?”
Placing her chin to his chest, Quinn smiled. “You are incapable of feeling such an emotion, my friend. There is no need to offer that expression.”
A meaty hand gripped the back of her skull and pulled her upward until they were face to face. “If I could love you, I am certain I would.”
Her heart grew warm. Yes, he had learned much. Pressing her forehead to his, she poured feeling into her words. “A beautiful thing to say.”
“Then I have done well.” A rich, unemotional rumble bade, “Now lie back. I am going to paint you. And then I wish to taste between your legs.”
Obedient, Quinn slid off his torso and spread out on the smoothness of their sheets. “Yes, master.”