The plush bed in the club was as soft as a cloud, with Alanna sinking deeply into its embrace.
Quinn forced her head back, chasing her tongue, plundering the moisture from her mouth, and kneading her earlobes, contentedly feeling the shivers beneath him.
Alanna couldn't control her own trembling. Every time she kissed him, she felt the fear of being devoured by him.
Quinn was too strong, making his caresses seem invasive.
"Mmm, you... you're pressing a bit too hard..." Alanna wanted to protest.
But Quinn ignored her plea and instead licked her palate and the base of her tongue more forcefully, enticing her to open her mouth wider. And then, delving deeper into her throat, his exploration became relentless, probing and rubbing more violently.
With nowhere to retreat, Alanna's muffled
