Page 49 of The Valiant Knight (The Ravensmire Chronicles #2)

Finn’s Home

The Village

Thursday

Noon

W hen he grabbed her, and pulled her into his body, he took control, and stopped holding back. It was crystal clear that Gabby wasn’t afraid of him, and that if he needed her, she’d absolutely go along for the pleasure.

The kiss was deep, passionate, and full of so much heat that the room seemed to get warmer.

There was no better way to christen his home than to give his woman a tour.

Of their new bedroom.

With her hands in his hair, and her mouth sealed to his, he grabbed her by her full ass, and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and held on as he carried her to the room that would be their nest.

After getting inside, he kicked the door closed, and carried her to his bed.

Oh, and once there, they tumbled onto it.

“Gabby,” he whispered. “I need you,” he said.

She could tell, and frankly, she needed him too. His body pressed to hers took the heat up in the room.

Rolling with him, she straddled his waist, and stared down at him.

Finn was breathing heavily as he stared at her.

“Let’s get you unarmed,” she said, removing his gun and badge, and placing it on his dark wood nightstand.

He watched and he absolutely wanted her handling his gun.

Just not that one.

When she pulled her shirt off, he watched as her hair dropped, and her body came into view.

She was beautiful.

Her creamy skin, and her gorgeous breasts were there. He couldn’t help himself.

Finn reached out and touched them.

The second he did, she moaned at his touch, and he couldn't be a happier man.

She wanted him.

Because he couldn’t wait any longer, he repositioned her as they were kissing, and he ended up back on top. When he broke the kiss, he needed to get naked.

FAST.

He was burning up.

With gentle fingers, she undid the buttons of his shirt, so she could run her hands down his chest and abs.

He shook.

“Gabby,” he muttered, watching her touch his body with so much tenderness and possessiveness.

“Mine,” she admitted, and it gave him so much of a thrill that he couldn’t believe it.

When she stroked him through his pants, his body reacted. It always would. No matter what, Gabby would always pull that response from him.

This was love.

He needed this to never end.

“Please keep touching me,” he whispered as his body ached for her touch.

She was honest.

“I could get addicted to this.”

Oh, well, he was good with that.

When she flicked open the button on his pants, Finn held his breath. In his head, he was willing her to keep touching him.

Then, the most amazing thing happened. Her hand slipped into his pants, and she gave him that intimate squeeze that promised what was to come.

HIM.

He moaned as she stroked him.

There was no doubt that Finn would never forget this moment.

He’d found his solace and peace.

As she lowered his zipper after flicking open the button on his pants, he was poised on the edge of losing control.

“I like my cops naked,” she said.

Oh, he could do that. If she wanted him naked, she was getting him naked.

A.

LOT.

As he pushed off of the bed, Finn noticed that she watched him with such heat.

There was love there.

It made him harder.

“I love seeing you in my bed, Gabby,” he said. “I feel special.”

She was honest.

“You are special. You were made to be mine. You’ve saved me more than you know.”

Her words touched him.

Now, he knew he could never let her go. Once her scent was on his sheets, she had to stay in his bed.

“I love you,” she said.

Oh, well, he felt the same.

“Mo ghràdh,” he whispered over and over again.

Then, his mouth moved over her body, touching, tasting, and sharing the love he felt for her.

It was spectacular.

It was theirs.

She moaned in so much pleasure as his mouth drove her wild. With each touch, he knew that he’d never get enough.

Kissing her flesh, he knew he needed to get her naked. She was way too dressed for him.

Pulling off her things, he noticed one thing.

She was wet.

God!

That turned him on even more knowing that she felt that way about him.

As his body was braced above hers, pressed to deliciously wicked curves, he wanted her to feel that need rush through her like it did for him.

Sex in a field was nice, but taking your woman in your bed…

That was perfection.

When she rolled, naked and ready for him, she ended up between his thighs.

Someone was getting a blowjob.

Holy.

Shit.

Today was a good day.

When she wrapped her fingers around his erection, Finn moaned.

“God! Yes!” he whispered, his heart beginning to race from that one act alone.

He needed her mouth on him. That way, he could make this another memory he’d cherish.

His need was wicked and wild to the point he needed to hold on for dear life. It was out of control.

The whole time, she stroked him with her bare hand.

“I love you, Gabs. You’re my one and only. I’ll love you until the day I die. You’re my sweet lass.”

That was all he had to say.

Gabby began blowing him. Finn held on, because this was going to be a test of his patience.

And control.

The pleasure was amazing.

There was the sound of his quick intake of breath as she slowly worked him up. His body was taut with that need, and he couldn’t get enough.

Gabby tormented him.

She took her time, making sure that each inch of his erection was worshipped.

It was maddening.

With fists clenched in the bedding, Finn held on.

As she worked him hard, he was close to exploding, and yet, he didn’t want her to stop.

He never wanted this to end.

Apparently, Gabby was just as hungry for him as he was for her.

“Mo ghràdh,” he whispered as she added her hand. The slow stroking on warm flesh in combination with heated mouth was enough to undo him.

He was madly in love.

Forever.

When she squeezed him and ran her teeth up his erection, Finn knew he wasn’t going to last.

He was just about done.

“Gabs! God! Fuck! Make me cum,” he begged. “Take me over so I can make you scream my name.”

Those words did one thing.

She.

Got.

Wetter.

She worked him harder, and he was barely holding on.

When his body quivered, she roughly squeezed his balls, catching him off guard.

Yeah, she went there, and he could say that no one had ever done that to him before.

And he liked it.

Finn erupted with quite possibly the hardest and most amazing orgasm of his life.

“Oh, fuck me, but I’m cumming!” he shouted.

Gabby was ready for him.

She swallowed him whole and waited for him to stop cumming down her throat.

It took him a second.

And as he floated, there was no doubt that he was a lucky man.

When he opened his eyes, he knew what he needed.

HER.

That need was all encompassing.

Rolling, he gazed down at her as she lay back on their bed. Her hair was spread out, her breasts were lush and full, and that delicious vee between her legs…it called to him.

Finn was starving.

He couldn’t wait to run the tip of his tongue over her clit. He wanted her breathless, panting, and writhing beneath him.

Then, he would keep repeating the process to drive her wild. Finn couldn’t wait to have her in their bed over and over again.

Then, he couldn’t wait to have a family with her.

Truthfully, there was nothing like her whimpering in pleasure, but it was time to get her off.

A few times.

Leaning down, Finn used his mouth and tormented her already wet bud. The whole time, Gabby shook as he feasted on her.

Oh, she was ready.

“I’m going to make this a moment you never forget,” he vowed. “There will only be us and this.”

She wanted that more than she could say. Gabby had never wanted anyone more.

“God! Yes!”

Then, he showed her.

As he drove her wild with teeth and tongue, she felt the orgasm looming.

He ground down on that bud, and she couldn’t stop the tumble into the orgasm.

It rushed through her, making her shout his name in pleasure.

Finn needed that.

He craved it.

Beneath him, her body bowed.

Her hands clenched in the fabric of the bedding, and she was very vocal.

And he loved it.

“More,” she begged, her body just beginning to feel so light and airy.

Gabby was addicted to this. It was the best sensation in the whole world. Sex with your soulmate was completely different than sex with just some person.

It mattered.

This moment mattered.

Finn swirled his tongue around her clit, and he got rougher.

He wanted to make her scream his name.

They made the climb, him doing all of the work so she could just enjoy it. Finn wanted her to always know that she would be loved like this.

Morning.

Noon.

Night.

“FINN!” she gasped as he flicked his tongue over that sensitive bud to give her that rush.

The whole time, Finn was giddy with this. Feasting on her could likely be his favorite part.

Her thighs were quivering, and she was so wet.

Truthfully, he could do this all day long, and it would never get old. There was something so sexy about watching his soon-to-be wife fall into that pleasure.

To force her into it.

When he held her thighs apart, burying his mouth in that delicious wetness, she came again.

“FINN!” she shouted, and he kept going. He pushed her into the pleasure, forcing her to focus on what he was doing to her body.

Claiming.

Owning.

Devouring.

He tormented her more, knowing she’d cum again for him.

He wouldn’t stop. Honestly, Finn was addicted to her body. Those lush curves made him want to lose control each and every time.

When they fucked, he was going to be wild.

She whispered his name over and over as his mouth destroyed her control.

Finn was killing her.

And she never wanted anything more.

As she was ready to break apart again, he used his fingers to rub her clit, roughly taking her over the edge with that abuse.

The whole time, he watched her fall through that pleasure. Her nipples were tight pebbles, and he slid up her body to taste them next.

She floated in the pleasure as that next orgasm overtook her.

Gabby moaned and held onto him.

It made him want to do this for hours.

Days.

Weeks.