Chapter 80

He continued to drive into me, all the while whispering passionate words in French—my love, my heart, my soul…my husband. I held him and basked in them, and damned if he didn’t get another spurt of come out of me.

And then it was Quinn’s turn to explode as his orgasm overtook him, and he gasped and shook and coated my insides with his semen.

I clenched my inner muscles, trying for a little payback, or at least keeping him in me, and it worked for a handful of minutes, but finally he slipped out of me.

“Love you, babe,” he murmured.

“Mmm.” I unhooked my ankles and groaned as I lowered my legs to the mattress.

“Getting too old for this?” He ran his lips from the base of my throat around to the hinge of my jaw.

“That’ll be the day.” I groaned again when he let me feel the edges of his teeth.