Chapter 34

CHAPTER 34

WREN

Finn slid his hands up Wren's skin, teasing her, exploring her just as she had asked. She wanted this. But more than that… she needed it.

She felt delicate and beautiful beneath his hands.

He took his time, took every care as he touched her. Covering her in caresses until she wasn't sure she could bear it.

He bent to run his lips and tongue over her neck, shoulders, collarbones and down until he reached her chest. He knelt to claim one breast and then the other. She gasped out loud at the warmth of his mouth and the tingling sensation that lanced through her as he teased each nipple to hardness.

He caressed her skin with his teeth and tongue until she cried out and pushed her hips towards him instinctively. There was nothing else she could do, no words she could manage. There was only Finn, and his hands. And his maddening mouth.

Just hearing those little gasps and sighs she made seemed to drive him on into a new level of intoxication. He moved his hands to her back, to claw at her, pull her into him.

His tongue traced a line down her stomach and she trembled under his touch, burying her hands in his hair. At the same time his fingers continued their exploration, carefully designed to torment her. They followed her curves, round her hips, deliciously, deliberately… slow and inexorable. The anticipation was building, a moan already on her lips as he reached the top of her thigh.

As if he could sense it, he parted her legs and pressed inwards. One finger slid easily inside her and she gasped out loud, tensing against him. She wasn't sure what he did but a spear of pleasure took her breath away.

A rumble of triumph came from inside him, rippling into her skin everywhere they touched, and he moved so gently, coaxing her to trembling helplessness against him. Before she fell to pieces, he withdrew his hand.

‘Don't you dare,' she whispered. When he would not give in to her, she pulled his face back to hers and captured his grinning mouth again with her own.

He returned the kiss passionately before gently pulling away. His hands tugged at her hips, burning against her.

‘Lie down,' he told her.

Wren arched her eyebrow and smiled up at him. ‘I thought I was giving the orders here.'

He turned his best glower on her instead. As if this was all a game. Perhaps it was.

‘Lie down. Please.' He bit out the last word.

Wren sank back onto the bed with a soft laugh. As she reclined, he slid his hands slowly up her legs, until he reached the top, lingering there where her skin was most sensitive.

Slowly caressing her, he drew her thighs apart, delighting in her every reaction, drawing out her anticipation more than before. Wren moved restlessly beneath him with a desperation, her mouth open but only little gasps escaping, her hands still holding his head, stroking him restlessly.

But he resisted every urge to enter her and finally make them one. Still teasing, still making her wait. Perhaps he knew already how she hated waiting for anything. Perhaps this was a new kind of torture he had devised. Instead, he trailed kisses where his fingers had been moments before. She tossed her head back when his tongue brushed her inner thigh, crying out as he continued higher. His fingertips brushed against the sensitive skin at the top of her legs and his tongue followed, toying with her now, smiling against her when she gasped or cried out. Finn pressed on, exploring her, drinking her in deeply, hungrily, until he found his intended target and focused entirely on her pleasure.

His tongue slid inside her, finding her core and sweeping it with long, inexorable strokes. His dexterous fingers were still at work as well, teasing, cajoling, tormenting…

Wave upon wave built inside her.

She couldn't stop it. She couldn't hold on any longer. She was lost in him, and when she came it was like losing a battle against the tide.

Her fingers burrowed into his hair, flexing against his scalp as she pushed up against him, calling out his name. Warmth washed through her, light and contentment, driving through her until she lost herself entirely.

Wren was glowing from within.

Not with pleasure, not with sweat. She was literally glowing, a living golden light moving beneath her skin. It reflected across the ceiling above her, his shadow silhouetted against it.

Finn lifted his head and gazed at her. Light reflected in his eyes, golden and bright.

‘Wren?' he whispered, not afraid, not exactly. But the awe filling his voice made her body ache even more with need for him. She could see the desperation in his eyes.

‘Come to me,' she said and he dragged himself up the length of her. It seemed to take eternity. ‘Please, Finn.'

She reached out her hands to frame his face, staring up at him to see a wonder as he hung there, poised to enter her. His cock throbbed against her skin and Wren lifted her hips towards him again as if in offering. She caressed his length, so carefully it was barely a touch, but even so she could tell it almost undid him right there and then. He gasped, swallowed down a curse and froze beneath her exploratory fingertips.

Two could play games of torture and pleasure, she thought.

He frowned, staring down at her.

‘I want you, Finn,' she told him, her voice breathless and desperate. ‘Inside me. With me. I want you forever.'

He frowned, hesitation written all over his expression. Didn't he believe her? How could he not believe her?

His voice when he spoke was a whisper. ‘Even if I am a monster.'

A monster? He was glorious, beautiful. Everything about him. Nothing she saw in him could possibly be a monster. He was her champion. He was the truest heart she had ever known. Being a monster was her role. Didn't he realise that? She was the freak here. And if she had lured him in and trapped him…

But he had kissed her first. True, it had been in the darkwood and he hadn't known what he was doing, and anyway he had probably thought she was a dream at that point. But the fact remained.

Was it wrong that she couldn't bring herself to regret it for an instant? None of it. Finn was her knight, her prince, her everything.

‘You could never be a monster,' she told him and smiled as she pushed herself up on her elbows so she could press her lips to his. ‘You're mine. I want you. All of you.'

For a moment it seemed he still held back, still struggled. As if he didn't quite believe her. She watched him swallow, his throat working like a ripple, and she licked his skin there, tasting salt. And desire.

Her hair moved, curling strands around his wrists on either side, like black silken cords. She saw him glance down on either side, saw his eyes widen as the grip tightened, holding him there, binding him to her. Even the wild magic that flowed through her wanted him, the darkness and the light. Everything she was seemed determined to make him hers. To keep him with her forever.

He didn't pull away. His pupils flared wide with desire.

Finn plunged into her, filling her so swiftly, so completely that her cry escaped in a rush of air to break off the illuminated ceiling above.

She held him and cradled him, and came up to meet his every stroke. Her hair twisted itself around him, binding them together, and she arched her back to take him deeper. She pulled him to her and trapped him inside her, her body tightening around him again and again until another orgasm dragged itself from her.

Finn cried out her name as he tipped over the edge after her, his eyes closing tight as pleasure ripped through him. Through her.

He held her to him and kissed her skin over and over again.

She was lost in him, and it was wondrous.

She never wanted to be found again.