Page 27 of A Dragon's Miracle (Fires of Fate)

He halted, surprised by my words, maybe. Then he laughed softly. “Gods,” he said. “You have no idea how hard it is to hold back. You don't know how often...”

“How often you thought about this?” Had we really been in the same situation?

“Yeah.”

“Don't hold back,” I urged him, running my fingers over his skin. I wasn't going to let Jin ruin this moment for either of us. “Just do what you’ve always wanted to.”

Finn sucked in a breath. “Okay.” He kissed me before moving again, and I discovered that his vision of what he wanted to do with me wasn't too different from what I'd pictured all those times I'd spent dreaming of him. His thrusts came a little faster now, a little sharper, but they weren't violent. No, they felt good. Better than good. I threw my head back and moaned as Finn found my sweet point and focused all his attention in hitting it over and over again. And through all of that I could still feel his affection for me in the way he pressed his lips to my skin wherever he could reach.

I wasn't a means for him to get off. That, if nothing else, made this experience different from all the sex I'd had since my late teens.

It didn't surprise me at all that I was the first to come. No, that had been Finn's goal all along, the way he kept nailing my prostate in a way that made me cling to his back and nearly bite him in an effort to relieve building pressure. The moment he wrapped his fingers around my aching cock again, I was done for. And the force of my orgasm almost left me shaking. I hadn't ever experienced one so intense, and feeling Finn shoot inside of me only seemed to draw out the pleasure.

We collapsed on the bed together in a tangle of limbs, both of us panting in post-orgasmic haze.

“That was amazing,” Finn said on a sigh, and I could only agree with him. I was all out of words, though, so I simply kissed him again. He pulled me closer as soon as I did, as if he was still hungry for me even though he’d only just come. But this wasn’t about sex to him. Of course not. I knew him better than that.

And I should have known better than to get involved with him, now, really, but when he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me like I was the most precious thing in the world, I didn’t feel inclined to leave the bed anytime soon. There was something about Finn that made me feel safe, and I hadn’t felt safe in a very long time.

Who could blame me for wanting to indulge in that feeling a little bit longer?