Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Never?” Now it’s me that makes him meet my gaze. “I kinda love that you did.” I smile up at him. The thought of me having some sort of special power over him makes me happy, even as he has me caged under him.
“Tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
“It hurt for a second, but I think the orgasm helped,” I admit. For some silly reason, my face warms. I’m freaking naked with him inside of me. Why am I blushing about anything?
“Starlight.” The nickname he has given me comes out pleading. His whole body is tense, holding as still as he can.
“Yeah?” I pull him back down closer.
“Tell me I can move.”
“Finn.” I kiss him. “You can do anything you want.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Too late.” I try to lift my hips to encourage him to move, but I’m not going anywhere. He has them firmly pinned down. My sex clenches around his cock. I guess I enjoy being under his control. Not something I would've expected of myself.
“Fuck.” He grits his teeth. “You’re already too fucking tight. Don’t do that. I’m barely hanging on as it is.”
“Do what?” My sex does it again. He makes some growling sound that rumbles from deep inside of him. Again, my sex clenches around his cock. I’m so damn full. “I’m not doing it on purpose. I mean, I can.” I do it on my own this time to demonstrate.
“Fuck it.” He pulls back his cock, almost leaving me before thrusting all the way back in. I gasp. “That what you want?”
“Yes.” I moan, loving that I’ve pushed him over the edge and he’s giving me what I need.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” He starts to move quicker, sliding in and out of me. “I don’t care if someone sent you to destroy me. You’ve already done it.”
I’m too lost in him to understand half of what he’s saying, but if anyone is being destroyed, it's me. I lift my hips to meet his thrusts. How am I ever going to go without this? Sex can’t be this good all the time, right? People would never get anything done.
“Finn,” I moan when he starts to thrust harder. He’s trying to get as deep inside of me as he can.
“Need you with me.” His hand slips between us. Finn’s rough fingers go for my clit. “Come for me. Show me, starlight.”
I scream out his name as the orgasm crashes over me. Finn gives one hard last thrust, pushing all the way into me and holding himself there as he comes with me. His warmth spills inside of me. I swear the sensation makes me have another mini orgasm, or maybe it’s the same one that is going on forever.
I cling to him, wrapping my whole body around him. He lets out another groan, his face buried in my neck. His big body jerks over me. More of his warmth spills into me. I gently run my fingers up and down Finn’s back. His muscles flex and then relax under them.
“I was too hard,” he says into my neck.
“I think you’re still hard.” A giggle slips past my lips.
“Yeah,” he agrees.
“I thought they went down after you ah, you know.”
“Come.” He lifts his head finally. Now his expression is soft.
“Yeah, that.” He lets out a sexy chuckle, amused that I’m not saying the word.
I squeak when he suddenly rolls us. It happened wickedly fast. Before I know it, I’m on top of him. His cock is deep inside of me. I start to move my hips, but he stops me. His hand grips my hips in a firm hold.
“You’re sore. I should pull out, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I just need to keep feeling you.” Damn that’s sweet. All my insides melt.
“Sore is not what I am, Finn.” I lay my hands on his broad chest. “I want more too.”
“Careful, starlight. You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
I do. I want him. The only question is: how long do I get to have him?
Chapter
Fifteen
FINN
Usually, I don’t dream but this time, I have a vivid vision of a cat-like creature all in black who jumps me from behind. I try to spin around, but the body clings to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a wink of silver and then feel a slice of pain as a dagger plunges into my chest. I push the form off and try to pull the knife out, but instead of extracting it, every movement ends up shoving the blade deeper. I wake up in a cold sweat and pat my hands over my body. My racing heart slows as it registers that I am unharmed. Georgia did not kill me in my sleep. Slowly, I sit up, careful not to disturb her sleeping body.
I climb out of bed and take a seat in the chair next to a small desk. The fact that she doesn’t stir despite me moving around doesn’t fit with her being a paid assassin. A real killer would be a light sleeper. Every time she shifted in her sleep, I woke.