Maisie
Of course it was.
There was no way Quinlan would come here for me.
I tried to run my fingers through my hair and startled when I found that they were between my legs, slick with cum. "Goddess," I swore, disgusted with myself. My insides still throbbed, empty and aching, and my nipples were so tight they hurt.
"Don't stop on my account."
I jolted at the sound of Quinlan's voice. He was at the foot of the bed, looking exactly like he had in my dreams. Sweaty, half-shifted, very naked and I could almost taste the alcohol from here. His eyes were dark and clouded and amused.
I yanked up the sheets up to my chin like I had been caught doing something I shouldn't be doing and my gaze flicked to the doors and the windows. They were still locked. And the traps I had set to alarm me on if my room was being broken into hadn't been set off. "How did you get in?"
