Quirin
When she gave me her clinical overview of what she expects s*x and marking to be, there was one part of her words that I’ve been holding on to. The slower I go, the easier it is for her.
It’s been my mantra since she said it. I’ve been drilling it into my own head and Raif’s as well. He’s not any gentler than I am. I’ve warned her but I don’t like the idea of her tearing and bleeding and she seemed so passive about it, as if pain during s*x, or at least this first time, is normal.
But then she had to start saying, ‘Yes, Quirin’, as if those words weren’t the words I’ve heard in my wet dreams for the last year or longer. Only I had no idea how sweet my name would sound coming from her mouth.
I wanted her to feel good, to know that I can make her feel good and f**k, her body respo
