Fractured Hearts (Shattered Lives, Book Three) by Rissa Blakeley Page A

would turn you on.”
    He sighed. “Not nice.” As he nuzzled Quinn’s ear with his nose, goose bumps rose on her skin. He shifted, moving to within millimeters of her lips. He was so close, an electric feel moved between them.
    Gunther pounced on her like a hungry animal. He pulled off her clothes and kicked off his shorts in record time. He pushed her down, kissing her, momentarily pinning her shoulders to the mat before his hands frantically roamed all over her body.
    She returned each kiss, running her hands down his pronounced chest, past his abdomen. A groan filled the room when she reached his aching shaft. His fingers walked down her body and weaved their way between her folds. She was ready for him, he was going to fuck her until she screamed again and again.
    There was no tenderness when he slammed into her, a deep growl escaping his chest. “Jesus fucking Christ…,” he yelled, his body shuddering.
    Quinn cried out so loudly, her throat burned and tears formed in her eyes. His thrusts were vigorous and he wasn’t letting up. He wasn’t being his usual self, but she let herself go when she realized the pain was exhilarating. He was fucking her harder than he ever had and she loved every second of it.
    “Harder,” she whispered in Gunther’s ear.
    Every vicious thrust was met eagerly, each time forcing himself into her harder and deeper than the last. He gripped the edge of the mat with both hands, holding his upper body taut so he could focus all his energy into his lower body. His abs burned with fatigue and he wanted to give in, but he had to get them to that pot of gold. She dug her nails into his back and sides, causing him to bark out more obscenities.
    She cried out again. His size and power hurt her terribly, but her moans and movements between her screams told him she loved the feeling. A groan rumbled from his chest as she trembled beneath his big body.
    As he drove her right over the edge like a runaway freight train, Quinn peaked. She went limp and had nothing left to give. Gunther finished seconds later, kicking hard inside her, hissing each time his seed pulsed out. When he fell on top of her, they were a sloppy, wearied mass of sweaty limbs and bodies, robbed of breath.
    Her fingertips traveled up and down his back. He moaned with pleasure and found the little energy he needed to roll off of her and onto his back. “Holy shit,” Gunther said between breaths. “I had no idea you liked it that way.”
    “I didn’t, either, but I loved it.” He smiled. “I love that wild, untamed beast lingering under the surface. You have brought new meaning to sex…fucking…making love.”
    Gunther reached over and took her hand. “I figured I would just go for it and you would tell me to stop if it was too much.” Turning on his side, he nuzzled her ear again.
    They lay on the floor, fully exposed, until the candles started extinguishing one-by-one.

    Hand-in-hand, Quinn and Gunther walked to the cafeteria to get a bottle of water. It was turning out to be the common gathering spot for everyone.
    Nick and Josie were entertaining the kids, Kate sitting in the chair and plucking the guitar strings. “Be right back,” he said and kissed Quinn’s forehead. She smiled as he headed for the kids.
    “Mr. Gunther!” Silas yelled.
    “Hey, mate!” Silas jumped up and hugged him. Carefully picking away on the guitar strings, Kate played a few chords. “That sounds great, Kate. Much better than I could ever do.”
    “Thank you, sir.” Her voice was soft and low, still a bit shy around Gunther.
    “She said her dad used to play and she always wanted to learn, so I thought I’d teach her,” Nick said with a smile, excited to have a purpose and something else to focus on.
    Gunther scooped up Callie and tickled her, making her giggle. Quinn watched the scene from afar with such pride because of how far he had come with his ability to feel compassion and genuinely care about others.
    He’s a pro , she