A Thousand Rainy Days

She was exquisite. Every breath, every moan and soft little gasp... it was all perfection and it stoked the fires within the brute anew, engulfing him with liquid hot desire. Never. He could never let her go. Not after this. The woman writhing beneath him... she belonged to him. Talyssa was his whether she knew it or not. Quill was determined that no man would ever touch her other than himself. His father's son through and through.

Talyssa called out his name and the marbled giant groaned into her as she rode out her pleasure. The woman was a golden goddess, quivering and panting as her pleasure ran its course to completion. Quill was there the whole time, watching, admiring, worshipping. Only when she came back to earth did he give her one last, gentle taste. He couldn't help himself.

A plea to have him lay beside her was easily answered. Quill rose, tongue flicking over his dampened lips, then moved to scoop the fawn colored fae into his embrace. He held her against him nuzzling into the top of her head, one ear, her cheek. He would hold her until she slept and would hold her until she woke again.

"Quill Klein"