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‘Everywhere.’

She blushed as she said it. But that was what she wanted.

Him.

Everywhere.

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.