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As Blay jacked back against the pillows on Qhuinn&039;s bed, his head nearly snapped off his spine Everything was out of control, but he wouldn&039;t have slowed things down in the slightest: With his hips pu out of Qhuinn&039;s hts were off

The sensations alone were tooa visual? He wouldn&039;t be able to -

The orgasht all over, his sex kicking hard And as he careat spasms, he was milked by thatthrough hi fro a different plane of existence altogether -

Without warning, he was flipped over with a rough hand, his body handled like it didn&039;t weigh a da Then an arm shot under his pelvis and popped hi which all he heard was heavy breathing behind hi faster, and harder -

He heard Qhuinn orgash his whole body ith anticipation, he knew he had to get good and braced as a heavy hand landed on his shoulder and -

The penetration was a branding iron, brutal and hot, going right to the core of him And he cursed on an explosive exhale - not because it hurt, although it did in the best possible sense Not even because this was soh he had

No, it was because he had the strangest sense he was being marked - and for some reason, that made him -

A hiss sounded at his ear, and then a pair of fangs sank into his shoulder, Qhuinn&039;s grip shifting to his hips, his torso locked in sostarted, Blay&039;sto hold both their bodies up, his legs and torso straining under the onslaught

He had a feeling the headboard was slaainst the wall - and for a split second, he re back and forth as Layla had been subjected to this

Blay cursed the io there; he just couldn&039;t God knew there was plenty of tiht now? This was too da continued, his palms slid on the fine cotton sheets, and he had to reposition the down into the soft mattress to try to keep hirunting that reverberated fro - yeah, that was the headboard Definitely

With pressure building up again in his balls, he was tempted to palm himself - but no hope of that He needed both arms on the job -

Like Qhuinn read his ripped hi needed Blay came so hard his vision went twinkle-twinkle-little-star, and at that very instant, Qhuinn started orgas for a split second before withdrawing an inch and going deep for another kicking explosion And yeah, , the co was so erotic, it just priain: There was no break for recovery, no pause at all Qhuinn just resu, it was like the release had ed on - and in spite of all the strength he had in his upper body - Blay ended up getting fucked clean off the bed, one hand locking on the side table to keep hi the wall -

Crash

"Shit," he said roughly "The lamp - "

Qhuinn wasn&039;t interested in hos, apparently Thehi and suckinglike he couldn&039;t get enough

Dizzy He got downright dizzy from it all In every fantasy he&039;d ever had, he&039;d always pictured Qhuinn as a ferocious lover, but this wason another level

So it was frouttural voice, "Bite rowl from above threaded into his ears, and then another hiss ripped through the darkness as Qhuinn shifted positions, his s could sink in deep on the side of the throat

Blay cursed and wiped clean the rest of whatever was on the table, his chest taking the place of the objects, his sweat-streaked skin squeaking on the varnish as he lay half on his side Throwing a hand out, he caught the flat plane of the floor and shoved back, keeping theood

Too many times to count, until the pilloere on the floor, the sheets were torn, another laht they banged the picture over the bed off the wall

When stillness finally replaced all the straining and effort, Blay breathed heavily, and still felt like he was underwater

Qhuinn was doing the sa wet patch at Blay&039;s throat suggested things had gotten so out of hand that there had been no sealing up the vein that had been taken Whatever He didn&039;t care, couldn&039;t think, wasn&039;t going to worry The blissed-out, floating afterlorious to spoil, his body at once hypersensitive and numb, hot and temperate, sore and satiated

Man, the sheets were going to need to be cleaned And Fritz was undoubtedly going to have to find some Super Glue for those la his hand out, he patted around and ran into carpet and a dust ruffleand a blanket chest Oh, right - hanging off the far end of the bed Which would explain the head rush he was rocking

When Qhuinn finally eased off of him, Blay wanted to follow, but his body was far too interested in being an inanimate object Or more like a bolt of cloth, maybe

Gentle hands lifted hierly, rolled him over onto his back There was soet repositioned against pillows that had been returned to their rightful place Finally, a lightweight blanket was settled halfway up his body, as if Qhuinn knew that he was just about too hot to have anythe chill as the sweat that covered him started to dry

His hair was brushed back from his forehead, and then his head was eased to the side Lips like silk kissed down the colu sealed the puncture wounds that he had asked for and been given

When it was done, he allowed his head to be turned toward Qhuinn Even though it was pitch dark, he knew exactly what the face staring into his own looked like - flush on the cheeks, half-mast lids, lips red -

The kiss that was pressed against his own mouth was reverent, the contact no heavier than the warm, still air in the roo he had wanted even more than the hot sex they&039;d just had -

Panic struck in the center of his chest and resonated outward through him in the blink of an eye

His hands shot out of their own volition, shoving Qhuinn away "Don&039;t touch me Don&039;t you touchup off the bed and landed God only knehere in the roo around, he hit various pieces of furniture, but then was able to orientate hiht that shone under the way out