Melt For Us Molly Doyle Quotes

We wouldn’t just give her the world. We’d give her the skin off our bones.

I’d do anything for her.” I nod. We wouldn’t just give her the world. We’d give her the skin off our bones. Anything for Quinn.

Get the fuck over here, Quinn,” Damien orders, cocking his head to the side. “It’s time to get fucked. Hard.

Damien groans into our heated kiss, grazing his lips down my jaw. “Quinn,” he whispers emotionally, staring at me with vulnerable eyes. “I know,” I whisper back, trembling. “Are you cold?” “No,” I press, bringing him closer. “I’m melting.” “That’s it, baby,” Micah purrs, pressing a tender kiss on my shoulder. “Our good girl,” Jensen says beside my ear, and I shut my eyes, drowning in pure bliss. “Melt for us,” Damien breathes.

Tis the season for giving, and especially receiving.

Damien, Jensen, and Micah all stand before me wearing Santa hats. Only Santa hats. My nipples pucker at the festive sight. Holy, not so silent, night.

Oh, I’m not finished with you yet, Quinn,” Damien breathes, tossing the Santa hat onto the floor and pulling on his Ghostface mask instead. “We’re just getting started.

I’d give anything in the world to watch this as a bystander. Here I am, bound with Christmas lights, getting railed and gagged by my three masked men. And even better, we all come together. It couldn’t get any more festive than this.

Don’t change the subject,” she rushes out, taking a long drag from her cigarette before flicking the ashes out the window. “You can’t just tell me that you’re in a four-way relationship and then not give me the details!

I sleep with them. I go on dates with them. I have feelings for all three of them. And yes, they’re all incredible in bed.

I’d do anything for her.” I nod. We wouldn’t just give her the world. We’d give her the skin off our bones.

That’s it, baby,” he praises. “Fucking take it. Take this cock like a good girl.

We made a list, little Quinn,” Damien whispers beside my ear. “We checked it twice,” Jensen adds, twirling the strand of lights around my arm, pulling tight. “And it turns out that—” Micah hesitates, binding my other arm as well. “Our pretty little slut has been naughty.

I don’t know if you’re ready for this, princess,” he warns, tracing his thumb over my lips.

We made a list, little Quinn,” Damien whispers beside my ear. “We checked it twice,” Jensen adds, twirling the lights around my arm, pulling tight. “And it turns out that,” Micah hesitates, binding my other arm as well. “Our pretty little slut has been naughty.

I’m a wet, quivering mess, begging to be fucked into oblivion.

Okay, Quinn. This time, you’re in control,” Damien says, before his eyes darken. “Run.

You were always ours,” Damien sharply breathes, tightening his hold on me. “Let’s make that very clear.

We’ve lived in darkness for so long,” Damien says, grazing his lips against the crook of my neck, trailing down to my collarbone. “You are the only light we have.

We wouldn’t just give her the world. We’d give her the skin off our bones. Anything for Quinn.

I’m sorry, baby,” he painfully says. “I’m so fucking sorry. You need to let yourself feel it. I can see the hatred and anger burning in your eyes. You’ve held it in for too long, baby. You need to let it out.

You want to get fucked, pretty girl?

My stomach flutters, and the most beautiful emotions consume me.

Do you deserve to come?

We need a safe word,” he firmly states. “What will it be?” “Mistletoe.

Run.

Such a good girl.

It’s time to get fucked. Hard.

The princess shall have what the princess wants,” Damien says, grabbing the chainsaw from the sled. “Don’t be a brat.” “Shut up,” I say under my breath. Without warning, Damien grabs my jaw, tracing his gloved thumb over my lips. “What was that?” he asks, staring at me with piercing blue eyes, leaving my knees weak. “You’re the best,” I playfully murmur, lustfully gazing up at him. “Daddy.” “Yeah.” He crookedly grins, leaning into me. “That’s what I thought.

This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I say. Micah turns back to look at me. “I don’t know about that,” he replies. “Okay. Name one thing more beautiful than this.” His hand grips my thigh, just above my knee. “You, Quinn,” he tells me. “You.

You look so fucking hot with my hand around your throat, Quinn. I can’t take it.

You’re so good at sucking my cock.

Now be a good little slut, and fucking come for me,” I command, rocking my hips as I thrust into her mercilessly. “Before I carve each of our initials into your skin as an infinite reminder of who you belong to.

And you’re the best damn gift,

You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on,

To never looking back,” Damien lets out. “And only looking forward.

Which was once lust, now turns into an undying passion.

Usually, we can’t get you to shut the fuck up.

She holds onto me so tight, like I’m the only solid thing in her universe.

Do what you want with me,” he breathes. “For you, I’ll do anything.

Melt for us,

Look at us, your little pets, sitting at your feet,” he says. “Use me, Quinn. Use all of us. With you, we have no boundaries.