The moon bathed us in a silvery light. Beside us, ivy cascaded down the walls swaying slightly, as if holding its breath with me for this moment.
Finley’s hands untangled my legs from his back as he slid them up my thighs, disappearing beneath the crinkled dress. Fabric tugged at my skin, my underwear pulled down, his hands reappearing to drop them to the ground.
This was happening. This was really happening . . .
I couldn’t tell if my heart was skipping beats or creating extra ones.
“Ya don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this again.” Finley’s words were pure fucking sin from a saint’s mouth. A devilish smile flashed across his face as hishands curled around my thighs, forcefully dragging me to the ledge of the stone slab.
Then, Finley kneeled before me.
Oh my fuckingggg?—
His tongue stroked up inside my body. I nearly shattered then and there, leaning back on my elbows for support as a wave of ecstasy crashed over me. That villainous tongue.
His hands spread my legs wider. Looking down, seeing the act alone had sparks violently flaring under my skin. A stubbled beard grazed me as he dove deeper. He swirled, sucked, tugged.
“Finley,” I cried, my hand involuntarily landing on his head, fingers twining into his hair.
No words answered. Only the satisfaction of his tongue plunging deeper inside me as his hot breath brushed against my skin.
The tension inside rose in the pit of my stomach nearing capacity with frantic butterflies. I was about to explode, about to combust into a thousand tiny fragments.
No. Not yet. My hand pressed against his forehead, pushing that wicked tongue back.
“No,” I gasped. “I want you inside me when I come.”
Finley straightened, an enormous grin widening as he processed my words. His chin glistened in the light with my taste. I’d forgotten his pants had been removed, but I was happy to see it nonetheless. He stroked himself just above my entrance, teasing. Dragging the tip up and down.
It felt like I was electrically charging and he was a tall tree. If he didn’t stop doing that—I was two seconds away from striking.
“Finley. . .” I warned. My insides throbbed, desperate for release.
He let out a dark laugh. Then in one fluid motion, slid into me.
A sharp pant escaped me. My breath hitched at the sensation of him easing inside. The tightness stung at first but gradually melted away as my body adjusted.
In this moment, on this stone, it was incomparable to anything I’d ever experienced before. I was a crashing wave being drawn in by Finley’s gravitational pull, the moonlight caressing over our bodies.
His hands found my backside, tugging me closer with each thrust. My arms found their way back up to his neck again, kissing him like it’d satiate some starved part of me. My tongue tangled with his and my core sparked with each ragged breath he took.
My breasts pressed against his warm chest, still hidden beneath the fabric of my dress, the friction of it had my nipples hardening. Flames of desire rushed through me like flint on stone.
I couldn’t control the moan that muffled through our mouths meeting. I gasped as another wave of ecstasy started to swell.
Finley must have felt me coil around him, because he began to thrust harder, taunting me. Pushing me further toward the edge.
I couldn’t take it anymore. An overwhelming animalistic urge to bite, lick, scream—maybe even laugh, flooded in. Finley plunged deeper, firmer, as I let out a cry, climaxing. His thrusts were unrelenting, wringing every last drop of the high out of me.
My muscles unlocked.
I was a puddle. Completely melted under the weight of his body.
My legs curled around him again, urging him to claim medeeper, to reach release. His shoulders went taut. A deep, vibrating growl rumbled in his chest that sent chills down my spine. An aura of blue light faintly illuminated from the slab beneath us. Finley’s eyes suddenly reflected that same soft gleam. Teeth clenched, Finley whispered something delicate and grazed the side of my temple as he held me tighter. The words sounded foreign, lost to time—I didn’t understand.
Then, Finley came.
A cool breeze tickled the bare spots of my legs, and a calming silence coated us. Only the sound of our muted shared breaths. The moment of rapture dissipated, our souls transporting back into our bodies—to the present moment.
