Page 25 of Primal
This feels too good to be wrong…
Finn presses another finger into me and curls them. All three of our fingers drag along my walls, and the ball of energy at my center explodes. A cracked scream rattles from my chest as the wave of pleasure shatters me, my back arching from the ground and my toes dig into the sand as I come.
Finn gingerly pulls our fingers from inside me, and I squeeze my thighs together to quell both the tender pleasure still vibrating inside me and my sudden shame. Grabbing my dress, I pull it down my thighs to cover myself and mutter, “We shouldn’t have done that. I should’ve told you to stop?—”
“Piscín, if you didn’t want to?—”
“Ididwant to,” I exclaim. “That’s the problem. It was wrong, yet all I can think about is doing it again.”
“There is nothing wrong about what we just did. Or the things either of us are thinking about doing.”
“You know that’s not true, Finn.” I huff. “I’m a good Catholic girl.”
“You’re still a good Catholic girl,” he insists.
“You know that’s not true.” I lecture, “It’s a sin… Giving into lust. Good Catholic girls don’t sin.”
He doesn’t say a word as he grabs my hand and pulls it toward his mouth. With his eyes locked on mine, he places our fingers—which were all just inside me—into his mouth. Moaning around them, he diligently sucks and licks them until they are clean of me before pulling them out. “Sins don’t taste as fucking good as you.” He peppers the words against my fingertip and down to my palm.
I love and hate how Finn makes me feel. The things I do with him and the way he makes me question absolutely everything I know about my faith. Every doubt I have about whatever this is and what we just did disappears the second he presses his lips against mine. With the delicate feather of his lips and the tender sweeps of his tongue, he claims my mouth.
He claims me.
His lips hover against mine as he whispers, “If this is a sin, then hell will be my heaven.Youwill be my heaven, because I would happily fucking burn for you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
FINNIGAN
“Did you kids have a nice walk on the beach?” Conor jokes with a huge smile as we head back up the patio steps to find him sitting at the fire pit with Jorge and Layla. “Goodstargazingon the beach?”
“Oh, someonedefinitelysaw stars,” Jorge razzes. “Pretty sure they heard her coming way out in Montauk.”
“Jesus Christ, Jorge.” Layla smacks his arm as Cat’s face turns a hot shade of red that I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed before.
“What?” Jorge shouts, rubbing his arm. “I’m jealous. Do you know how long it’s been since I was fucked so good I screamed like that?”
“I am not above beating the piss out of you too, Jorge,” I threaten. Catlin is struggling enough with our relationship, she doesn’t need these assholes getting into her head about it too. “You might not be one of my brothers, but you are family. And that makes you fair game.” Jorge quickly throws his hands up in surrender as I playfully stalk toward him.
It takes us nearly an hour to say our thank you and goodbye to everyone, which gets us back to the church significantly later than either of us had planned. Driving past the entrance, I assume Cat also notices that the church van is back already when she squeezes me tightly. I turn down the block that runs along the brick wall I’ve used to sneak onto the property a few times. Sending her over the wall sans panties isn’t exactly how I planned to get her home tonight.
Gripping her waist, I hoist her so she can climb onto the wall. As she sits on the ledge, I vault over to help her down the other side. Hidden from view by the convent, I press her back to the brick wall and cage her against it. Claiming her mouth again, I kiss her until we’re both breathless before pulling back. “I should go.”
“You should,” She palms my face and pulls me back in for another passionate kiss.
After pushing away from her, I slam my back against the brick of the convent. My eyes hungrily roam over her body as I adjust myself. “I have to go,piscín. I don’t trust myself to stay.”
“I don’t trust myself to let you,” she exhales. “Go.”
With a single leap, I make it onto the top of the wall before dropping down to the sidewalk below. I wait until I hear her shut the door before climbing back onto my bike. During the entire ride home, the only thing I can think about is sinking inside of her. My whirlwind of fantasies is so fucking vivid that I’m hard as a fucking rock when I park my bike in the garage.
It’s going to take one hell of a cold shower to tame this.
I head toward the bathroom to shower when I get home. Shoving my hand into my pocket, I am pleasantly surprised that I still have Catlin’s panties. I pull them out and roll them in my hand.groaning when I realize they are still damp. Lifting them to my face, I take a deep breath and inhale her delicious scent as I strip from my clothes.
Fuck, does she ever smell good!
My phone buzzes, and I pull it from my pocket to find two texts from Catlin. She must’ve texted while I was riding home.