Flutter

Flutter: Dix

           "What are you doing?" Nora shouted.

           "Silence." Quinton commanded.

           "No! Listen buster –"

Nora was cut off mid-sentence, interrupted by Quinton's lips. Warm lips pressed against her own, harshly. Nora put her hands up, pushing against Quinton's chest, but Quinton grabbed her arms and forced them back onto the table underneath her. Nora was forced to hold still as he continued to attack her mouth. Quinton urgently moved his lips against hers, licking at the crease, requesting them to part.  Nora was succumbing to temptation – the heady scent of his masculinity a strong attractant. Still though she kept her mouth resolutely shut. 

           "Open." He ordered, stepping back from her to love at her face. She was heavy lidded, her hair mussed. She looked positively delicious to him. She shook her head no, however. Quinton gave a frustrated growl before moving his attention Nora's lower lip, drawing it in his mouth, gently sucking on the plump flesh. The tactic made Nora slowly unravel. Suddenly, Quinton bit down on Nora's lip and she gasped. The act was just wanted Quinton needed to invade. He quickly used the opportunity to plunge his tongues into the depths of her mouth.

           Eyes wide, Nora was surprised by the new sensations. His tongue flicked over hers, enticing her to join along. He placed his hands behind her back and pushed her body against his, furthering his access to her mouth.Nora couldn't resist Quinton's scent and the feel of his tongue stroking against hers. With a sigh she gave in and her body went limp. She could feel him smile against her lips and she hated her for giving him the satisfaction. 

           Hesitantly she joined Quinton in game of chess, moving her mouth in accordance to his. He made the steps easy to follow and soon they were both hungrily kissing each other, the silence of the room being shoved away by heavy breath.

           When they finally untangled themselves from each other, Nora found herself laying against the table. Quinton's eyes racked her face and the rest of her body. His hands grabbed the hem of her shirt, tugging her shirt down to expose the tops of her breast. Like a bird diving for prey, Quinton lips were on her exposed skin, peppering her with light kisses.  Nora's found that her hands had ended up in the locks of Quinton's hair  and she was running her hands through his dark tendrils. He tongued her bruises, making Nora mewl softly and her head loll back. His hands were writing another story, his fingers typing all over her body before moving up to the outline the swells of her breast. He skimmed her nipples that went hard against his hands. The emotions running through Nora's body were new and overwhelming, crashing over her.

           Gradually the kisses began to subside and Quinton briefly rested his head against her chest, before slowly lifting himself off of her and standing upright again.  He ran his hand over his crumpled shirt and in his disheveled hair, only serving to make them more ragged looking than before.

           He stood stoically, simply gazing at Nora, still sprawled on the desk.  Nora tried to speak but it came out as garbled mumbling.  Her mouth had taken a time out.

           "I hope you understand what will happen if I am ever to sense another male's presence on your person." Quinton spoke then, his voice hoarse.

           "Why...I don't understand?" Nora managed to say now that the  cloud of pleasure was fading away.

           "I am your mate and I should already be marking you more often. Once we've officially mated you'll carry a part of myself on you always."

           "But it was just Blaine..." Nora reasoned.

           "Yes just Blaine...whom you've been getting rather close with recently." He spat.