My Pulse

Chapter 17: Quinn Keane

I hear a sound that wakes me up and my eyes shoot open. I swing my bare legs over the side of my bed and un-bunch my t-shirt that falls to my upper thigh.

I feel exposed but need to find a weapon. My pepper spray is in my purse so I silently tip toe across the room to get it. When I turn around a strong figure grabs me from behind and clasps his hand over my mouth to muffle my scream.

I can't breathe as his big black glove covers my entire face. I struggle against him and try to bite his hand but he is so strong. "Quinn shh its me its Cian." He whispers in my ear and the sound of his voice makes my entire body freeze.

"I am going to take my hand off your mouth now, okay don't scream." I nod my head and he gently drops his hand to my shoulder, turning me around.

It's so dark in the room I can barely make him out but even the moonlight can't lie. It's him.

Cian is here. "Did you miss me?'' He teases softly into my right ear. I can feel his breath on my neck as he steps even closer to me. I don't pull away but lean toward him, the sheer darkness of the room making me forget.

Forget about everything except the way he makes me feel. The only thing I can think of is the feel of his body close to mine.

"Cian." I say it softly into the night.

"You're alive?"

I find confirmation in the way my body comes alive near his. I throw my body at him. He finds my lips in the darkness and molds himself against me.

I kiss him back with a fire so hot it rips out of me. His left hand starts to travel over my body and down my back as his right fists possessively in my hair.

"I missed this sweet little mouth of yours." He groans.

He yanks me even closer by wrapping his left hand around my ass cheek. I'm mounted against him and unabashedly rocking against his thick length.

"So needy sweetheart. I thought you didn't want to be my little whore?" He laughs adding to my humiliation. I shouldn't want him.

I taste his hunger and need as his teeth savagely bite down on my lip. I let out a needy moan into his mouth proving that is exactly what I want.

I want him to use my body so hard I break in half.

The bitter sweet taste of blood hits my tongue as his lips swallow my gasp. Fuck he tastes like Cian and sex and I want him so deep inside me.

"I can't wait to sink inside and stretch that pretty pink pussy." He growls and I close my eyes as my sex clenches around nothing.

It has been so long and I don't fucking care. I've fought it but I need him. I grind against him as he whispers "I have sure missed you my Mo Cuishle." 

Cian trails his hand down my body and lifts me up so I can wrap my legs around him. His hard erection is pressing against my sex and I moan in anticipation.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kiss him softly "This doesn't mean I don't hate you." I say with a smile.

"Lets see what we can do about that." With a low laugh, he backs me up against the bed.

He falls on to the bed and I'm splayed out under him. "I want to taste every fucking inch of you." Cian rumbles with unrestrained lust. I feel goosebumps start to prickle my skin as he runs his cold fingertips up the length of my bare thigh.

"And I will." Cian promises, burying his head into my neck. Inhaling deeply he groans "Fuck you smell so good."

"Cian." I beg desperately pushing my hips up.