Page 39 of Midnight Whispers

“Oh, but you will,” he smirks.

“What is it?” Flo asks, trying to look at it from the couch.

“It’s an originalDracula,”I responded breathlessly. There’s a good chance I’m going into shock.

Flora releases a whistle.

Finn shrugs nonchalantly. “I have more than I know what to do with. You’ll get more enjoyment out of it than I will.”

“I… uh. Thank you?”

“You’re most welcome, love.”

“Well, if you need me, Flo?—"

“I will definitelynotbeneeding you, babe,” she declares, winking in my direction just before she places her headphones into her ear.

“It was nice to meet you, Flora,” Finn says and dips his chin. She smiles in return and waves us off.

I grab onto Finn’s hand to lead him down the hall toward my bedroom. We cross the threshold of my room, and he closes the door behind us. My back is still facing him as I place thebook down on my desk. I take a deep breath and turn around to face him.

“She’s actually leaving… So that we have privacy,” I announce.

I’m nibbling the inside of my cheek raw as the warmth in my core ignites. Finn closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, tilting his head back slightly as he inhales. Slowly, he lowers his chin and opens his eyes. The hunger in his eyes both scares and intrigues me. I know there is a large part of Finn that desires to taste my blood, but what surprises me is realizing there’s a part of me that wants him to taste it too. His lip curls into a wicked smile and he begins to walk, maintaining eye contact with me while he closes the space between us.

There’s no way he can’t hear my heart beating because it feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest.

Softly, Finn glides his hand up my shoulder and stops at the base of my neck. He brings his hand forwards, running his thumb along my bottom lip softly before pulling me into a kiss. There’s no question that I want this, that webothwant this.

He pulls back, resting his forehead on mine, and sighs. “Before we continue, we must establish something.”

“Okay, yes. Anything,” I whisper breathlessly, desperate for his mouth to be against mine again.

“If this gets to be too much for you, I will stop the moment you tell me.”

I nod. “Is there more?”

“Ineedyou to be mine, Lillia. I must hear you say it.”

“That I’m yours?”

“Yes.”

I pull back to look his face over. “Finn. I’m yours. Please, kiss me.”

Faster than my brain can process, he picks me up, and next thing I know we’re on the bed. I welcome the weight of hisbody on mine as he kisses my neck, the sharpness of his teeth taking me by surprise as he leaves nibbles along my collarbone. I run my fingers through his hair and down to his shoulders, I grab his shirt and pull it above his head before tossing it into the chair in the corner of my room. Finn’s hands wander just below the hem of my shirt. My breath gets stuck in my throat when the coolness of his hands run up my sides.

“You are stunning.” He takes my breast into his hand, rolling my nipple between his thumb and finger.

His free hand travels down my stomach, into the waistband of my shorts and with one swift movement, they’re off and across the room in the pile with the rest of our clothes. Positioning himself between my legs, he nudges my knees apart and bends down to nibble gently on my inner thighs before settling his face at my center. Slowly, Finn slides his hand up and grips onto my thigh. I lift on my elbows and look toward him, his eyes darkening as they meet mine. Maintaining eye contact, Finn glides his tongue over my clit. My back hits my bed and I run my hands over my face and through my hair as chills race down my spine.

With his free hand, he moves his fingers up to my entrance, teasing for a moment before sliding two fingers inside of me. He releases the grip he has on my thigh and slides his hand beneath my ass, tilting my hips up. I whimper as he continues to pump his fingers in and out, the sensation of that and his tongue gliding against my clit sending electricity through me.

“Bite me,” I plead, taking Finn by surprise.

He pulls back and removes his fingers. “You can’t mean that.”

I looked down at him, his eyebrows furrowed. “Yes. I want to beallyours. Please.”