She felt a wave of disappointment, but it quickly faded as he crawled down her body. His hands pulled at the hem of her shift, and she lifted her hips, allowing him to pull it up and over her head until she was left bare.
A wave of self-consciousness flooded her, and she instinctively tried to curl in on herself, covering her breasts with her hands. He grabbed them gently, pulling them away and back to her sides.
“Daenae hide. Let me see ye, lass.”
She should have felt embarrassed, but as his eyes roamed over her body, she felt nothing but the thrill of excitement. He looked at her like she was the only thing he wanted to look at ever again.
Their eyes met, and before she knew it, he was covering her mouth with his own again. She bloomed under his touch as one hand came up to stroke her breast. He had touched her there before, but there had been fabric between them. This time, she could feel the warmth of his hand, the rough calluses on his palms as they brushed against her nipple, and the sensationssent a shock of pleasure through her that had her back arching off the bed.
He moaned into her mouth, and she opened up eagerly, sucking on his tongue when he plunged it inside. His hand continued to stroke her breast, and his fingers circled her nipple experimentally.
Each touch sent tremors through her, and she writhed helplessly beneath him. He squeezed her nipple between his thumb and index finger, and she gasped as the brief pain gave way to an overwhelming pleasure.
He released her lips, giving her a wicked grin as he moved his mouth to her other breast. His lips and tongue played over her skin, and she moaned and sighed as she surrendered herself to the sensation.
He had told her once that there was pleasure in surrender, and she believed it now. It was a relief, giving herself over to him, and he rewarded her in kind.
When he seemingly had enough of her breasts, he pressed wet kisses to her stomach, moving down to her hips, then her thighs. His hot breath brushed her center, and the shock of it was so overwhelming that she pushed away, squirming up into a sitting position.
“Thalia…” He brought his hand back up to cup her cheek, his thumb gently stroking her skin.
“Sorry.” She shook her head. “It was just… surprising, is all.”
“Do ye need me to slow down?” he asked, his voice still rough, but his tone was gentle.
She stared at him through heavy-lidded eyes, and his gaze held nothing malicious. He may be a wolf, but there was so much more to him than that. She trusted him, and she knew he would never do anything that would hurt her.
“Nay,” she finally said. “Ye daenae need to slow down.”
He kissed her again, pressing his lips chastely against hers.
“Hold onto me,” he ordered.
Thalia wrapped her arms around his neck. One arm snaked around her middle, and he pulled her up into his lap so that she was straddling him. The other hand slipped up her inner thigh before settling between her legs.
Her whole body shook as his fingers slid against her heat. The pleasure before was nothing compared to what she was experiencing now, and she grasped frantically onto his back as if it could cool the heat that was threatening to swallow her whole.
Her hips moved against his fingers of their own accord, finding a rhythm that felt at once unbearable and all-consuming. A tight, hot ball built in her stomach, and as it grew, so did her criesof pleasure. They echoed across the cabin until it was the only sound that could be heard.
“That’s it, lass,” he whispered in her ear. “Let go. I got ye.”
The tension in her body snapped all at once, and ecstasy like she had never known flooded through her. She sighed, her body going limp as she came down from her high.
Finlay kissed her neck, her cheek, her lips. She returned his kisses weakly, not yet fully recovered from her climax.
He lifted her and gently laid her back on the bed. She panted, watching him as he kissed his way down her chest and stomach again. He had not fully taken her, she knew, but she could not imagine the act feeling any better than how she felt now.
“How do ye feel?” he finally asked, as if sensing where her thoughts were headed.
“Incredible,” she breathed with a chuckle.
He smirked. “Do ye want to feel it again?”
“Again?” she gasped, and he laughed at the look of shock on her face. “We can do it again?”
“Aye,” he purred. He settled himself between her legs, and this time she was prepared for the feel of his hot breath against her sex. “I can make ye feel like that many times.”
The confidence in his voice sent more tingles through her body and made all other thoughts fly out of her head.
