Chapter 15: Mi Amor
She pressed her hands against his chest, attempting to push him away, but her resistance only fueled his intensity. His grip tightened, drawing her closer, and the kiss deepened. Realizing her efforts were futile, she surrendered, though her heart rebelled against her body’s treacherous longing. It had been so long, too long, since she had felt his lips upon hers, and the memory of that sensation came rushing back.
Quinn’s left arm circled her waist, pulling her tightly against him, while his other hand cradled the back of her neck, eliminating any distance between them. His lips moved with a possessive fervor, claiming her completely. As his hand slid downward, tracing a deliberate path to her breast, he fondled it softly, drawing an involuntary moan from Belle’s lips.
She hated herself for it, how easily her resolve melted in the heat of his touch. Oh, how she had missed his warmth, his scent, the taste of him. Abandoning her restraint, she wrapped her arms around his waist and tilted her head, granting him fuller access to her lips. A wicked smirk tugged at his mouth as he deepened their embrace.
When he finally released her lips, his mouth trailed down her neck, leaving a fiery path in its wake. He kissed and sucked at the sensitive skin, making her toes curl with pleasure. Belle’s hands found their way into his hair, and she whispered, her voice trembling with both delight and desperation, "Qu...Quinn."
Just as she thought he would carry her further into temptation, his teeth sank into her neck, a sharp bite that startled her. His hand then moved to her throat, gripping it just firmly enough to remind her of his dominance, though not enough to hurt her.
"Now, tell me, Belle," he taunted, his voice dripping with triumph, "who longer feels anything for whom?" His smirk only widened as realization dawned on her, he had done this purely to make a point.
In that instant, all the pleasure she had felt turned to disgust. She loathed herself for giving in so easily and wished desperately to undo the last few minutes.
"You bast..." she began, her voice shaking with fury, but he silenced her again with another forceful kiss. This time, however, Belle bit down on his lower lip, drawing blood. He pulled back with a sharp hiss, cursing under his breath as he wiped at the crimson stain.
"I swear I will stab you if you touch me again, you beast!" She shouted, tears streaming down her face. She hated herself for always falling into his traps. How could she have been so blind to his manipulations once more?