Page 78 of Intense (Beneath The Blaze #3)

FINN

T he second my wrists are free, the beast inside me snaps loose.

I hurl her across the bed like she weighs nothing, her back hitting the mattress.

I’m up on my feet, and I drag her down and pin her to the floor.

Before she can even blink, I’m on top of her.

My mouth crushes hers, teeth clashing. She tastes like sin, like victory, like the one thing I’ll never let go of.

I rip her panties away in one savage pull, leaving her bare and writhing. She claws at me, but I catch her wrists, slam them above her head, and bite down into the soft curve of her throat. Her cry echoes through me, spurring me on.

“You tied me up?” I growl against her skin, biting again at her collarbone until I feel her shudder. “You thought you could trick me into getting your own way?”

And she can. Because she won. But she won before this little stunt. That’s why that gala dress is hanging up in the closet for her.

I flip her, forcing her up on her knees so her chest is against the wall, my hand fisting in her hair, yanking her head back until her throat arches.

“I don’t get restrained, temptress. I do the restraining.”

This is the man she wanted to unleash.

Her laugh is breathless. “Maybe I like the punishment.”

That noise fucking undoes me.

I bite down on her jaw, marking her cheek, tasting the heat of her skin. My hands grip her hips hard enough to bruise, grinding against her ass, my cock straining through thin fabric.

“You’ll wear me,” I snarl. “Every mark, every bruise, every bite. You’ll carry them until you can never forget who you belong to.”

I pull her back, bending her at the waist, her palms flat against the wall as I tear my boxers down. My hand snakes around her throat, squeezing just enough to remind her of Nyx, of what it means to surrender to me completely.

“Beg,” I order.

Her moan vibrates through my hand. “Please, Finn. Please fuck me.”

I slam into her in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Her scream rips the air, half pleasure, half surrender.

I pound into her, driving her against the wall. My teeth sink into her shoulder, marking her as mine. I can’t stop. She drives me fucking insane.

My free hand drags down her stomach, finding her clit, rubbing rough and fast as I fuck her harder.

She writhes, moans, and begs, but I don’t ease up. She wanted this. She deserves this.

“Is this the man you wanted?” I grit out, biting her ear.

“Yes—fuck—yes, Finn!” she cries, body trembling.

Her walls clamp around me, and I feel her shatter, convulsing against me, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. Her scream is raw, my name broken on her lips.

I don’t stop. I fuck her through it, claiming every inch until her body can’t take more. Only then do I let myself go, slamming deep, spilling into her with a noise so feral I don’t even recognize myself.

I collapse against her, both of us heaving, drenched in sweat, her skin a canvas of red marks and teeth prints.

My arms wrap around her waist, pulling her tight against me even as my cock still throbs inside her.

“You’re mine,” I whisper against her hair. “And I’ll never let you go. Even if I ruin you.”

Her answer is a whimper, but her body melts back into mine.

“I’m yours to ruin, Finn. Do your worst,” she pants.

And I know, with bone-deep certainty, she doesn’t want saving. And that she wants me—exactly as I am.

And that is what terrifies me.

This woman is perfect just as she is. I don’t want to taint her with my evil. I just want to love her how she deserves.

That is why she’s coming to London with me. Not as a test of loyalty. Not to see me kill a man. But she is there as my anchor.

Because I fucking need her by my side. All the years I’ve spent believing I was better off on my own, she’s proven me wrong.

I never found anyone else because I was waiting for her. My soulmate.

“We better get packed then, don’t you think?” I whisper in her ear, pushing her hair over her shoulder.