I press my lips lower, hovering over the curls between her legs, teasing a breath over her center, listening as her breath hitches.
She’s dripping.
For me.
I glance up, smirking against her skin.
"You know I’ll ruin you, don’t you?"
My voice is a growl, thick with hunger, roughened by the patience I barely have left. My hands glide up the soft skin of her inner thighs, my thumbs pressing gently, spreading her open for me. I need to see all of her. Need her to feel exposed.
She gasps, fingers fisting in my hair, holding on, already anchoring herself. Already knowing what’s coming.
“Finn.”
One word. My name. It almost ruins me. Breathless. Pleading. I should make her beg, make her say please, draw it out until she’s shaking apart.
But I’m gone. Too far for that.
I should take a picture—her against my window, bare from the waist down, knees trembling, lips parted on a silent gasp. Perfect. Mine.
Her scent floods the air, hot and decadent, dizzying me.
She smells like sin. A dessert made for me. Something I should savor.
Ruin.
She’s so ready to come apart. I drag my mouth lower, barely grazing her skin, watching her stomach quiver, her breath stutter. A wicked smirk tugs at my lips.
“So sensitive,” I murmur against her thigh, teasing my nose along the crease between her leg and her core. “Is that for me, little fire?”
Her nails scratch against my scalp, making my cock throb painfully in my jeans. I slide my palms up, gripping her hips, my thumbs digging in just enough to keep her still.
"You want me to taste you?" I taunt, my breath ghosting over where she’s wet and wanting. "Tell me."
Her thighs try to squeeze shut, her entire body taut withanticipation. I don’t let her. I keep her spread, keep her open, keep her waiting.
"Finn," she gasps again, frustration laced into every syllable. "Just?—"
I swipe my tongue up the length of her, flattening it over her clit, groaning when her whole body jolts in response.
Fuck.
I need more of that. I need all of her.
I grab her ass, tilt her exactly how I want, and bury my face between her thighs. She trembles, shaking against me as I lick into her, devouring her as if this is the only chance I’ll ever get.
Her moan is so fucking sweet, her hips rolling against my mouth, and it’s not enough. I slip a hand between her legs, slide two fingers through her slick heat, before pushing them inside.
"Finn!" Her voice is breathless, needy, desperate.
That’s it. That’s what I want.
"Good girl," I purr against her, curling my fingers just right, my tongue flicking over her clit, coaxing out another helpless sound.
She’s so fucking perfect.
I should take a picture, freeze her in this moment, proof she’s mine.
