Chapter 32: Driving you mad
Belle’s body trembled at his words, an unwelcome warmth pooling within her as her thoughts betrayed her resolve. A small part of her, buried deep, wanted to experience the memories he painted so vividly. But "eating her up"? What could he possibly mean by that?
"I am not interested in anything of the sort. Release me at once," she demanded, forcing away the sinful imaginings his words had stirred. She resumed pushing against his chest, though her strength seemed to wane.
"It was my failure, Belle, for not making you feel like a woman," Quinn murmured, his voice dripping with sensuality. "I acknowledge my faults and seek to correct them now."
He leaned closer, his lips brushing the delicate skin behind her ear as he continued in a low, seductive tone, "Imagine my tongue teasing your tender peaks, my fingers exploring your very core, driving you mad. Do you not long for my warm lips to taste you there? Do you not crave the delightful ache, the heat, the wetness only I can give you?"
His words, like a spell, seeped into her mind, and unbidden images began to take form. She had never experienced the things he described. Their past encounters had been hurried and passionless, devoid of the sensations he now promised. Why, if such things existed, had he never given them to her before?
"I have the King for that," she blurted out, unaware of the sting her words would cause.
Quinn’s gaze darkened instantly. Without warning, his hand descended on her backside in a sharp spank that made her gasp.
"Think the King can make you feel this?" He asked, delivering another swift, stinging spank that elicited an unintentional moan from her lips. His fingers trailed dangerously close to her most vulnerable place, teasing her mercilessly before stopping just close to reaching it.
"Belle!" Before Quinn could proceed further, Mia burst into the tent, her voice sharp and full of fury. She stormed toward the bed, shoving Quinn away from Belle with surprising force.