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I cling to him tighter. That’s all I want to feel from now: safe. No more torture. No more pain. I know Finn is probably not the man to give that to me but in this moment, I don’t care.
Finn sits up and looks me right in the eye as he pulls my shirt off. I don’t stop him. He unclasps my bra in the process. I have a few bandages still on my chest and stomach while a couple of scars are already appearing.
Finn runs his hand over one of those scars. “I’m going to kill him for doing this to you.”
“I don’t want to talk about him right now.”
“Then what do you want to do, princess?”
“You’re the one who just took my shirt off.”
He smirks as he leans down and kisses around my breasts. Instant arousal hits me between my legs. It’s more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before.
Finn tugs my pants and underwear down until I’m naked beneath him. I’ve been naked in front of him before but this time feels different. Much more intimate.
He never touched me when I was naked before.
“I’ve been wanting to taste you ever since I first laid eyes on you,” he tells me in a gruff voice. I can’t help but swallow hard.
“Would you stop if I told you to?”
“I would. But you don’t want me to stop.”
I don’t want him to stop.
There has been something brewing between us since we first met. And now, after everything we’ve been through, there’s no denying it. I want Finn to touch me. I want to experience it. Even if it’s something I can’t come back from, I don’t care. If I’m going to hell, I might as well have fun on the way down.
Finn spreads my legs wide. It feels so vulgar and wrong and yet right and perfect somehow.
When I dreamed of sex before, it was under the covers. It was from a man who respected me. Who treated me like a queen.
But this isn’t under the covers and Finn and I hate each other but we also are starting to care about each other and he definitely doesn’t pamper me.
It’s refreshing. People have spoiled me over the years. Finn doesn’t. He treats me more like an equal than on a pedestal.
With his dark eyes boring right into mine, he lowers his head between my legs. I inhale sharply when his lips find my folds. I can’t stop the quick moan that escapes me. My hips buck up of their own accord.
Finn smirks as he licks his tongue around my folds until he finds my sensitive nub. I almost lose it right then and there. He never looks away, not once.
I begin to roll my hips around, searching for more, aching for more, desperate for more.
It doesn’t even bother me when he grips my thighs and his fingers touch some of the scars Sal left behind. Finn is making me forget all about that. He’s making me feel desired.
My core tightens from the pleasure of it. This is nothing like my own touch. My fingers pulled orgasms from me before in the dark of my childhood bedroom but Finn is consuming me with pleasure out in the open.
“Play with your nipples,” he orders before running his tongue along my most intimate area. At times, his mouth finds each of my inner thighs and gives them a kiss. Goosebumps break out on my skin.
I do as Finn tells me to do even though I want to snap at him to not order me around. I hold onto my breasts and run my thumbs over my nipples. Finn’s eyes darken as he continues to pleasure me with his mouth and watch me at the same time. This man has his mouth on me. My kidnapper.
And yet, it doesn’t feel wrong. It’s so wrong that it feels right.
He licks me harder, drawing every last inch of pleasure from me. My hips buck up like I’m a wild woman. It feels good to lose control. To not be wound so tightly.
Feeling bold, I grab the back of his head and force his face harder between my legs. It seems to excite Finn who presses his lips to my clit with more force. Friction is what I need.
Pants escape my mouth. I sound unhinged. I don’t care right now.
I grip the back of Finn’s head with as much strength as I possess. I want him to know that I have some power in this moment. That I have some control.