Page 63 of Midnight Whispers
“Flip over.” He demands, the tone of his voice sends a shiver down my spine.
I adjust myself onto my hands and knees, arching my back as he grabs onto my hips. He nudges my legs apart and teasesmy entrance with his tip, I whimper in desperation. Heat fills my core as he enters me, stretches me, fills me.
Finn squeezes my hips, driving into me hard and deep. My vision blurs, stars erupt around me, as my climax begins a rapid release. He’s relentless and doesn’t let up, instead he quickened his pace through my orgasm.
His hand releases from my hip, softly running his hand against the sensitive flesh of my behind. The presence of his hand is no longer there, only a second later returning when his palm strikes the skin. I shudder at the sensation, my vision blurs as my orgasm crashes around me. A deep groan escapes his mouth as my inner walls clench around him, pulsing as he releases deep inside of me. His hand returns to my hip, he squeezes tightly as he pushes deeper once more.
“My god you are nothing short of exquisite.” He groans with one final thrust before withdrawing from me. My head jerks in the direction of the door when someone knocks.
“Oh shoot, I forgot about the food.”
“You go start the bath and I’ll bring in the food.” He states, wrapping a robe around himself.
I scoot off the bed and hurry into the bathroom to start the bath. Finn waits until I’m out of sight and opens the door. After a moment he thanks the hotel employee and comes into the bathroom with the tray of food.
“Do you want it in here or do you want to wait?”
“Hmm.I think I’ll wait. Nothing is grosser than soggy French friends.” I make an exaggerated gagging motion before I get into the bathtub.
“If they get cold, I’ll order more.”
“That’ll be wasteful.” He shrugs and slides in behind me. “Are you scared for tomorrow?”
“I wouldn't say I’m scared, but I am on edge. I feel veryprotective of you, and I know I’ll challenge the Counsel if any harm is threatened.”
“You can’t justchallengethem, Finnian. You said they're basically your government?”
“Something like that, yes.” He replies as he adds body wash to a washcloth.
“So shouldn't you respect them?”
“Respect is earned, and they are nothing but tyrants. I will give my respect when it's due.”
“What if they want you to change me?”
“Let’s hope it doesn't come to that.” He takes the washcloth and rubs it against my shoulders and down my breast. I lay my head back, resting it on his chest. My hands float along the top of the bath, creating ripples as they glide back and forth.
We finish up in the bath and Finnian wraps me in an incredibly thick and plush rope. He swoops me up and carries me to the bed, setting me gently on the side away from the door.
“What do you want first? Your macaroni? Fries? Sandwich?” He lifts each silver dome lid up one by one.
“Hmm,”I tap on my chin and purse my lips. “The mac and cheese, please.” He walks to his side of the bed and sits down, handing me my food before he lays down. We scroll through the channels on the TV before agreeing that nothing sounds good and deciding onChoppedfor some background noise.
As expected, I only got about halfway through my mac and cheese before I was ready to call it a night.
The castle lookslike something you’d imagine out of a medieval storybook. Secluded on a cliffside, the home of the Counsel is surrounded by rolling hills of lush green grass with the sound of waves crashing just below.
I smooth out my dress, feeling drastically underdressed in the cotton cream-colored midi dress that Finnian picked out for me.
His fingers lace through mine, and he looks down at me with a closed lip smile. I can tell he’s nervous but is trying to play it off. The rustic arc doors of the entrance groan as they slowly swing open, he squeezes my hand in reassurance.
“On time, excellent. Come with me.” The petite woman says, turning on her heels and walks down a long hallway.
The stone lined walls have assorted paintings hung beneath gothic sconces. I study each of them as we follow the woman, realizing each of the art pieces looks like they are of the same people spanning over different times.
“Is that all the same people?” I whisper to Finn.
“The Counsel likes to get their portraits painted every twenty years or so.” Finn’s jaw feathers when the woman responds.