His hand slid between us, found where we were joined, thumb working circles around my clit until my back arched off the bed, sparks shooting through me.
“That’s it,” his mouth was at my ear, voice low and encouraging and wrecked. “Let me feel you.”
Words wouldn’t come anymore. I could only hold on while he worked me higher, him inside me and his fingers between us building into something huge and inevitable. My nails dug into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks, hips rolling up to meet each thrust, chasing it, needing it.
“Finn… I’m… baby… please…” My whole body pulled tight, hovering right on the edge, my vision narrowing and expanding at the same time.
“I’ve got you.” His rhythm stayed steady, that relentless consistent pressure. “Come for me, Alex. Let me feel you.”
My orgasm detonated inside me, pleasure rolling through me in waves that wouldn’t stop. I cried out his name, my body locking tight around him, pulling him in, every nerve ending on fire.
He groaned against my neck, his rhythm faltering as he followed me over, warmth flooding inside me as his whole body shuddered against mine.
We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, hearts pounding against each other.When he finally started to pull out, I made a small sound of protest.
“Gonna crush you,” he chuckled gently.
“You won’t,” I shook my head, tightening my legs around him. “Stay. Just for a bit longer. I need it.”
He settled himself carefully, his weight pinning me to the mattress in a way that made every thought quiet. He held me while my body hummed, little sparks of pleasure rippling through me.
“You good?” he asked after a while.
I laughed, still breathless. “I’m so far beyond good I don’t even have words for it.”
“Yeah?” He lifted his head enough to look at me, something tender in his eyes that made my chest tight.
“Yeah,” I touched his cheek, traced the line of his jaw. “Thatwas... we’re really good at that.”
“We are,” he kissed me, slow and deep. “Gonna get even better at it with practice.”
“I like the sound of that.”
He smiled against my mouth. “Me too, darlin’. Me too.”
“Love you.”
“Love you.”
Eventually he rolled to the side and grabbed tissues from the nightstand. When we were both cleaned up enough, he pulled me against him, my chest against his, one arm around my shoulders while his fingers curled over my hip, our legs tangled together.
“Thank you,” he whispered into my hair.
“For what?”
“For planning this. For tonight. For... for choosing us.”
I trailed my hand over the fallen mortal form on his bicep. “Always gonna choose us.”
“Good,” he kissed my shoulder. “Because I’m not lettin’ you go.”
“Good,” I echoed.
My stomach chose that exact moment to make itself known with a loud, undignified growl that echoed through the quiet dark.
Heat flooded my face despite what we’d just done, despite the fact that he’d had his mouth between my legs not more than forty minutes ago, despite everything.
Finn’s chest rumbled with laughter against my cheek. “Hungry, Alexandra?”
