Page 74 of Shattered Hearts
Pressure grows between my legs, coiling my muscles tight. My leg muscles start twitching. My breaths come in rapid bursts.
Surely I’m not about to come. Not this fast.
And then he grazes my clit with his teeth before gently biting down, and everything inside me contracts and explodes in one euphoric surge. It’s like Finn tossed me off a cliff, but instead of falling, I’m convulsing all over his face, foreign, needy cries pouring from my mouth.
Even after the earthquake of the orgasm passes, aftershocks continue to rock me. I’m half slumped against the wall, half on top of Finn, trying to catch my breath.
Holy shit.
Is that what orgasms are supposed to feel like? If so, my little rechargeable friend has really let me down.
I guess I don’t feel as badly now that it went missing from my apartment bathroom.
Finn lowers my leg and rises, returning to full height. His beard glistens with my arousal, and he licks his lips and groans.
Heat rushes straight to my core.
His mouth crashes into mine. When his tongue plunges inside, I taste myself. “See?” he murmurs. “Sweet.”
His muscled arms tighten as he lifts me from the ground.
With my legs wrapped around his waist, he carries me and doesn’t set me down again until we’re three steps from his bed. Into my neck, he murmurs something that sounds apologetic.
“You deserve a gentleman.” He rips my blouse open without warning, and the buttons skitter across his floor. “I’m not one.”
“I don’t want a gentleman. I just want you.”
At that, he groans deep in his throat and sucks the delicate spot where my shoulder meets my neck.
I’m standing here in front of him, naked save for my lacy bra. He’s still fully clothed, and the contrast echoes the power imbalance of our entire relationship. Finn holds all the cards. And by the wicked expression on his face, I’m betting he plans to take full advantage of that fact very, very soon.
Meanwhile, I’ve never experienced anything like this with another person. Not pleasure or passion. Not love either.
Not thatthisis love, just. I. It. Finn. Ugh.
I think that orgasm scrambled my brain.
“And for your information,” I reach for his belt buckle as Finn yanks his shirt over his head. “I deserve a lot of things.”
It only takes a moment to shed the last of our clothes until nothing remains.
“You’re right.” Finn pushes me face down onto his massive bed and slaps my ass. “You deserve that for saying you shouldn’t have called me to help earlier.”
He spanks me again, and the sudden, smarting pain only makes me needier. I get the impression Finn knows exactly what he’s doing as he crawls over me, trailing slow kisses up each vertebrae all the way to my neck. His rock-hard erection pokes the inside of my thighs, settling in the curve of my ass.
I stiffen. Oh, god. Surely he’s not going to?—
Finn grips my shoulders, flipping me over in a fluid motion. His huge, hard dick collides with my clit, and a shiver courses through me.
“I’m no better than that fucker of an ex.” He licks his way down my neck to my breast and circles my nipple, beard scraping more pleasure across my skin. “I’m sick and twisted too.”
“You’re nothing like him.”
Finn and my ex are night and day.
He draws himself up onto his knees, drinking in the sight of me naked underneath him. When his calloused palms grip my knees and ease them apart, I suck in a breath.
“You’re a masterpiece, and just like him, I want you all for myself.”