Page 135 of What You left in Me

“You’re wrong!”

“Am I? Then why are you dripping for me? If you hate this, why are you gripping me so damn tight?”

“Just finish it,” I hiss through clenched teeth.

“I’m not rushing this,” he says, voice low and lazy, shifting his rhythm until my body arches against my will. “I want this to last.”

I savor his words. I want this to last too. I want to feel him inside me, throbbing, thick, and big.

“I don’t.” I lie.

“Life doesn’t always give you what you want,” he murmurs, kissing the side of my face. “Let me make you feel good.”

His hand slides down my body, slipping between my legs. My eyes fly open as he touches me there. Our gazes collide. He’s watching me, dissecting every flicker of emotion on my face,storing it like a weapon. I bare my teeth, clawing at his arm, but he doesn’t flinch.

“Stop toying with me.”

He’s turned me into his plaything, and I love it with every shred of my soul.

“I’m not some toy to fuck.”

His brow furrows. “That’s not how I see you.”

“Then why are you doing this?”

“Because you’re lying to yourself. Your mouth says one thing, but your body tells the truth. Forget everything, Ariane. Just feel.” His fingers press harder, and I thrash my head, lost to the sensation. His thrusts grow fiercer, my mind spinning as he kisses me, layering pleasure on pleasure until I forget everything.

“Tell me you want me.” His voice is distant, a faint echo. I barely hear it, so close to the edge.

He grabs my face, shaking it roughly. “Look at me,” he commands.

It takes everything to focus on him when my body’s screaming for release. When I meet his eyes, his grip softens, his fingers stroking my cheek.

“Tell me, Ariane.”

“What?” I reach down to finish myself just to get his reaction. Surprise glints in his eyes and he catches my hand, lacing our fingers together. “No touching, baby. That’s my job.”

“You’re not doing it!” I snap.

He gives me a strained grin. “Frustrated, Ari?”

“I hate you!”

He kisses the corner of my mouth. “You need to stop saying that.”

“You need to stop torturing me,” I pant, shifting my leg to change the angle of his thrusts. “Yes, there. Finn…”

“You know it could never be like this with anyone else.” His breath catches as I move against him.

He grabs my waist to stop me, but then groans, burying his face in my hair. “Goddamn it, Ari. This is how it’s meant to be.”

His pace quickens, and tears prick my eyes. His gaze burns into me, fierce and stormy.

“You feel that? This is ecstasy. Nothing else compares. No one else comes close. Admit it.”

My head thrashes as the climax builds.

“Please,” I beg.