Chapter 89. When?

Quinn guided his c*ck between her folds, sliding it against her clit and then fixating it at the very edge of her entrance.

Her green eyes found Zayd’s, staring deep and lustfully as she slowly slid down, burying him inch by inch inside. His eyebrows knitted and the aloof expression on his face lost its perfection as his face contoured into what Quinn was sure was pleasure…

It was gorgeous, he was gorgeous. Those hazel eyes were so dark and vulnerable… needy and desperate. His want for her was more than just visible, so clear that even the blind could see.

Quinn cupped his cheek, a whimper leaving her lips as she guided him even deeper. The stretch was painful… but this pain was the real definition of pleasure.

“Zayd…”

His name was a gasp, a whisper… subtle.

He licked his lips, grabbing onto her hips. “Yes angel?”

His voice was gruff, gravelly… so deep that it tickled her ears and unraveled her in the most sensual way possible.

“It fee