CHAPTER EIGHT

ABIGAIL

Finn's mouth covers my sex, continuing his ministrations as my orgasm slowly subsides. Reaching a hand down, I cup the back of his head. In gratitude? For more? I'm not sure. All that's clear is that I need to hold a part of him. My heart and soul need that connection after withholding it for so long.

Gradually, he eases away from my sensitive center to pepper light kisses over my thighs before raising himself above me, his face thrown in shadow. "How are you doing? Still with me?"

"Yes, very much so," I confirm, basking in the glow of firelight and post-coital bliss. What a glorious way to begin my birthday, and he's still dressed! I can't imagine what having his naked skin sliding against mine will feel like ? all those tattoos free for me to explore. And to have him fill me like no one ever has before… A shiver of anticipation travels down my spine. I don't want to wait any longer.

Finn holds his large body over mine, serious eyes drinking in my nude body. And suddenly self-consciousness pokes through my orgasmic cloud of pleasure at the inspection. "What do you see?" I need to hear his confirmation that he likes what's before him ? rolls and all.

"A goddess meant to be worshipped."

Embarrassed at the divine comparison, I shake my head. "You don't have to exaggerate." Though, I appreciate the compliment. It's better than what he could've said.

"I'm not prone to hyperbole." He nips at my ear causing me to yelp in shock, hand batting playfully at his arm.

"You do know the way to a librarian's heart using a word like that." We both pause, realizing what I implied. Hearts. Love. He's probably not ready for such a serious confession even with all his talk of possession and being his. Those are just words ? sex talk meant to hype my desire.

But Finn's gaze softens before he kisses me softly. "As long as I'm on the right track…"

Okay… Maybe we're not so far off from heartfelt declarations, after all.

"If you're ready, we can keep going. Or we can stop. It's up to you." His constant concern adds to the growing list of reasons I'm starting to fall for this man. Respectful and kind with a penchant for filthy talk, how could I not?

"Keep going. I want all of you."

Passion darkens his expression, and his thumb grazes my bottom lip. "And you'll have me. Every fucking inch." My breath stutters at the growled promise before his head lowers to my breasts, tongue flicking the distended buds. Trapping him against my chest with desperate hands, I urge him to take more, arching my back as an enticing offer, and he takes the bait, sucking hard on the sensitive tip.

"This what you want, baby? Me nursing at your tits while I fuck you?"

"God, yes…"

His erection grinds against my leg before he nestles it within my folds. The mushroom head stretching my untried flesh. Maybe I should've used all those toys Ella and Saoirse got me as gag gifts. That might have been smart. Then I could have avoided the slight burning sensation as he gingerly shifts forward.

"Fuck, Abby. You're so tight. You doing alright? Need me to take it slower?" Sweat drips down his temple at how controlled his movements are, the toll of his efforts obvious.

"No, I don't think drawing this part out will change the facts." I struggle to string together a cohesive thought. "Don't stop. Eventually, it'll get better." Please, let me be right.

He mumbles under his breath. "If I have any say, it will." Determination sets in on his face as a hand returns to my clit, building my pleasure again as a distraction from his thick cock moving ahead. The suction on my breast increases while he kneads my clit in rough succession. And it pays off as my body relaxes, loosening its grip and allowing Finn to slide deep.

A long exhale wafts over my cheeks at the blazing sensation before he draws back to plunge to the hilt again. The powerful rhythm slams me against the fluffy blankets and pillows cocooning us, and my mouth opens on a silent cry, eyes closing at the overload of emotions and physical contact.

This is how a man savagely claims his woman. It's in all the books I read. And now I have firsthand knowledge of how it feels to be full of lust, love, and his hard cock.

Another climax shatters my composure as the coarse fingering of my clit combines with the searing thrust of his hips to become an explosion of sparks.

"Finn!" His name flies from my lips in a whimper of fear ? needing his reassurance, his grounding presence to anchor me to this moment.

"Don't worry, Abby-mine. I'm here; I've got you." He grunts the words out before his own body shudders in pleasure, a roar of release gushing between my thighs. Collapsing to the side, a strong arm wraps around my waist, tugging me close. "In a second, I'll grab a warm, clean cloth to clean us up."

"But you need a moment to recover?" I joke raggedly, smoothing a hand over the black ink covering his muscles. "Same."

Finn laps at my shoulder where his head nuzzles the exposed skin before kissing the spot. "Damn, you're too sweet. My cock's still regaining strength after fucking you, yet I can't get enough."

"You won't hear me complaining. I literally have decades to make up for." And if he's willing, I'm up for the challenge.

"A woman after my own heart." Finn chuckles and laces his fingers with mine. "We'll have a hell of a time making up for lost time."

You can bet on it.