Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 128211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
My mouth parted before I could stop it, breath catching at the sight of him — hard and thick and heavy, the tip flushed and glistening.
A foreign noise rumbled in my throat, but I couldn’t find it in me to be even slightly embarrassed. I could have stayed just like that, staring at him for hours like he was a painting in a museum. He was more beautiful than I remembered, the shadows of the room playing with all the lines and mounds and valleys of his body. I reached forward instinctively, fingertips trailing goosebumps over his flesh as I dragged them down his abdomen.
“My turn to taste,” I tried, but before I could even wrap my hands around his shaft, he snatched me by the wrists and pushed me back into the mattress.
“Not a chance, Firefly,” he said, punctuating that statement with a hard kiss. “I need to be inside you.”
“You don’t play fair,” I whispered, nipping at his chin.
“Says the one who purposefully drove me to my limit tonight.”
“Zero regrets.”
That earned me a deep chuckle and another swift kiss. Then, he pressed back up to his knees and hooked his grip under my thigh, hiking up my left leg.
My heart was a free-running stallion as Finn wrapped his large hand around my ankle and brought it to his lips. He kissed the sensitive flesh just below the bone, along the curve of my calf, and up the inside of my knee. Every touch of his mouth felt like a promise, like an apology, like a poem written on my skin.
When he reached my inner thigh, he sucked in a breath like being inside me was jumping off a cliff into ice cold water, like he was bracing for the excitement and the pain, too.
“You’re wreckin’ me,” he murmured against my skin, voice rough as his teeth scraped just enough to make me gasp. “Always have.”
And then he bit down, marking me.
I let him.
With a moan, my fingers twisted in the rumpled comforter beneath us as he eased my leg up and settled it over his shoulder. His hands slid beneath my hips, tugging until I was right where he needed me, and with one last look — one filled with equal parts heat and heartbreak — he sank into the space between us.
The moment his cock brushed against me, I trembled, black invading the edges of my vision.
And the second he began to push in, I knew.
This wasn’t just sex.
It was resurrection.
We both came back to life the moment he flexed and filled me that first inch. I saw the way he fought the urge to plunge all the way in, to satisfy himself no matter the cost. He groaned and battled with restraint to pull out and edge back in, over and over, the wetness from my first two climaxes coating him a little more each thrust.
A flex and a kiss.
A moan and a sigh.
Then, he was fully submerged, so deep inside me I wondered where I ended and he began.
And we were home.
If I thought I was shaking before, it was nothing compared to now. I trembled relentlessly, fingernails digging into his shoulders and back as Finn held fast to my hiked-up leg and withdrew only to bury himself again.
The groan that vibrated through him filled every need I had, that sound better than any word he could have uttered. He was overwhelmed with the feel of me, with the feel of us. His pace quickened from deep, rolling thrusts to punishing flexes. He couldn’t get enough. He wanted to be like the tattoos spanning my skin — painful and lovely and permanent.
And I wanted to mark him just the same. I wanted to pierce through his soul and fasten myself like a tungsten ring. He could never cut me out. He could never rid himself of my love.
I knew he’d never want to.
It was dizzying and obscene, the way we crashed together without any hesitation, without any regard for the impact of the earthquake we caused. The waves of our decisions could wash away an entire city and we’d make the choice to do it again.
The truth wasn’t always beautiful and pure.
Still, he felt so right. This moment, this surrender — it was heaven disguised as sin. I knew even as I lost myself to Finn that night that everyone would judge us and find us guilty. No one would understand.
But we were meant to be.
Words were lost to the sea the longer Finn found himself between my thighs. When he came, his body locking up tight before it shuddered beneath my fingertips, I found my third release, too. I clung to him, and he buried his face in my neck, his cock in my cunt, his heart in my soul.
We barely finished that round before the next one began.