Lachlan
Quinn's breath quickened, and she rested her hands on my shoulders for support as I slid one finger beneath the delicate fabric of her panties to run lightly along her nether lips. She was soaked through, and I smiled, my tongue pressing against the silky fabric to brush her c**t. She gasped and her hands tightened on my shoulders, urging me on. Ever so slowly, I hooked my fingers around the thin straps at her hips before yanking forcefully. The thin fabric ripped and dropped to the ground between her heels.
Working my mouth slowly up her body again, I slipped a finger inside her slick, wet heat. Her whimper had a shiver traveling down my spine, tightening my balls. "Íosa, Quinn! You are perfect."
"Lachlan," she gasped, meeting my kiss with a desperate passion. My finger glided
