Page 69 of Midnight Whispers
“Right, let’s make it a fourth.”
I turn around and place my arms around his neck. He lifts me up and wraps my legs around him, leaving kisses along my jawline as he carries me across the room. My clothes are off and across the room before he lays me down on the edge of the bed. He gets to his knees and settles between my legs, kissing up to my thigh. I prop myself up on my elbows and look down at him.
“I’d like to please you sometimes too, you know.”
“Oh, my love, you havenoidea how much it pleases me to be able to taste your pussy. I can’t imagine anything better.”
“But…”
“No buts,” he cuts me off. “I’ve been waiting a long time for you. So let me spend my life showing you how grateful I am that you’re finally here.”
With one long swipe, his tongue meets my clit. Pleasure surges through me as he slides two fingers into me, groaning when he discovers how ready I already am. His strokes are teasing, slow and agonizing. My fingers find their way into his dark hair, gripping and pulling at it as if they have a mind of their own. Finnian looks up from where he is settled between my legs, his eyes are dark with hunger. Heat flows through me in waves as I cry out his name. My hips rock against the movement of his fingers as my orgasm spreads through me like wildfire. Stars dance around my vision, blurring the world around me as he keeps sucking and licking through my orgasm. I lay there panting, trying to catch my breath as he slowly removes himself from inside of me.
“You taste fantastic.” I open my eyes and watch as he sticks his fingers in his mouth and sucks the remnants of my juices off. “Let’s clean up. Asher and Flora are waiting for us downstairs.”
“But you…”
“But me nothing, love. We don’t want to keep them waiting. And believe me, there will be a time when I am buried in your pussy fordays.”
I swallow hard.
“Days?”
“Oh yes, days.” He purrs on my ear before ushering me into the bathroom.
We quickly clean up and get dressed. On the bed, he lays out a gorgeous satin forest green slip dress and gold jewelry to match. I let down my natural waves and put on a little bit of eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick. He walks out of the bathroom wearing black trousers and a black button up and Imelt.
“Are you sure we have to go downstairs?” I ask, biting my lip.
“Yes. They’re waiting for us.”
He threads his fingers through mine, leading me out of the room and down the stairs. Flora and Asher stand at opposite sides of the dining room table, which is lined with candles and my favorite food.
“But you guys don’t eat.” I sob as my eyes fill with tears, one escapes and rolls down my cheek.
“No, but we do drink.” Ash winks as he responds, holding up a glass full of whiskey. Finn pulls out my chair and gestures to me to sit down, then joins Asher in the seats across from Flora and me. My plate is loaded up with grilled cheese, a bowl of tomato soup, and a few other comfort foods that remind me of my dad.
“I definitely won't be able to eat all of this.”
“You don’t have to,” Asher laughs. “We just wanted to do something nice for you.”
“But it’s so wasteful.” I groan.
“Anything that’s not eaten, our staff will take home to their families, or it’ll be donated. It will not go towaste.”
“Staff?”
“It takes some time to get used to.” Flora leans over and whispers in my direction.
“Not many. We recently hired a chef, and we have a couple maids, grounds keepers, and a driver.”
“You hired a chef for me?”
“Only until you’ve been turned, of course.” Asher responds and takes a drink from his whiskey.
Finn was throwing daggers with his eyes in Asher’s direction.
“Why are you still reluctant for me to be turned?”