He makes a choking sound, and his fist tenses in my hair. “Come here,stella mia,” he whispers, pulling me back until he pops out of my mouth.
I move up the bed toward him, and his warm lips land on mine as he presses his body completely against me. He kisses my lips and throat and breasts like I’m the treasure he’s been scouring the earth for.
“Millie,” he whispers against my neck, sending goose bumps skating over my shoulders and arms.
“I love when you”—my breath hitches—“say my name.”
“I love when you moan mine,” he replies, peppering kisses over my collarbone.
When he settles his weight over me, the pressure is so perfect. My legs slide out to fit around his firm torso until his hardest part lines up perfectly against my softest.
“Are you sure?” he asks against my mouth.
“Positive.” I thrust my hips up, grinding myself against him, and he growls into my ear. “There’s a condom in the top drawer,” I say, motioning to the nightstand.
He reaches across the bed and pulls out the small package. The foil crinkles as he opens it and slides the condom over himself as he meets my eyes.
His are defenseless, open and raw. He kneels between my thighs completely naked, but the look in his eyes feels the most intimate.
I was right. Being with Finn is not something I can just fling myself into and then fall away from one day. This feels permanent and inevitable, like we’ve been hurtling toward each other all along and are finally about to reach the point of impact.
But there’s not a single part of me that wants to change direction. I hitch my legs around him, drawing him closer, and he leans forward to meet me.
Our gazes hold, and I memorize every detail of him shuddering with satisfaction as he pushes the tip of his cock inside me. He breathes raggedly, eyes scanning over my face, lips parted in shock. All I can do is swallow thickly and nod, encouraging him to keep going.
He presses his hips forward, inch by brutal inch, and I suck in a breath. I feel so full, almost to the point of pain, but the sting never comes. Just a satisfying, heavy pressure that spreads pleasure through my body.
“Oh,fuck. Millie,” he groans as he reaches the hilt and buries his face in my neck.
My nails dig into his shoulder blades, and he shakes with theeffort it takes to hold still inside me. His hot breaths dampen my neck as his chest rises and falls against mine.
A burning sensation ripples through my chest as my lungs constrict, and tears sting the edges of my eyes at this feeling ofrightness. This feeling of being exactly where I’m supposed to be.
It’s astonishing how quickly someone could transform into such a fundamental part of my life. How they could become so ingrained in every little bit of my soul that I can’t even fathom how painful it would be if they left it.
That’s how this feels. Like Finn is burrowing into every corner of my soul, and not even a divine being could remove him.
When he pulls out the slightest bit and thrusts back into me, we moan in unison.
He lifts his head and drags his heavy eyes to mine. “You feel perfect. Like we were made for each other,” he whispers before he pulls back and presses in.
Wrapping my legs tighter around his hips, I urge him for more pressure, and he groans as he grinds harder against me.
The pull-and-push movement brushes his chest over my peaked nipples, barreling me toward another orgasm. I yank his lips to mine, and our mouths and tongues move against each other at the same tempo as our bodies. He thrusts deeper and brings his fingers between us, moving them in soft circles over my clit.
Sweat coats our skin, and my body feels feverish with heat as he picks up his pace. He presses his other hand to mine, squeezing our palms and lacing our fingers together, and the connection between them feels as powerful as everywhere else we’re touching.
An electric current zaps through my body from our joined palms, doing irreparable damage to my heart. It will never recover from this.
The ache builds and races through my nerves until I detonate around him, his wild eyes holding mine the entire time. Seismic waves pulse and throb through my body, and his thrusts become erratic as he buries his face against my neck and loses his restraint.
“Millie,” he grinds out as he spasms inside me, huffing breaths against my skin. His lips graze my neck and my jaw and, finally, my lips as his thrusts slow.
We collapse together, our skin slippery as we tangle our arms around each other and attempt to catch our breath.
My eyelids are drooping heavily when Finn pulls away and brings back a warm washcloth for me. He helps me clean up and gets us glasses of water while I use the bathroom.
When we climb back into bed, we intertwine our arms and legs between soft kisses. And as I drift off to sleep, every sweet detail finds a cozy spot in my heart, made just for Finn to live in forever.
