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.