The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate

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. “Zayd I...you don't really expect me t-to... why would 1...2"

“Your procrastination will only kill the mood...come on, I know you want to.”

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. “Z-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. “Zayd l...me too. At least let me taste you while you taste me.”

Zayd released her, and she moved away from his mouth. “By all means...do whatever you want, angel. It's bound to be hot if you take the initiative.”