Gianna reaches for me, her fingers tracing the strong line of my jaw. "Show me," she whispers.
I don't need to be told twice. I lean in, kissing her again, slower this time, savoring every second. My hands slide to her waist, tracing the curve of her hips as I push her shirt upward. Gianna lifts her arms, letting me pull it over her head and toss it aside.
My gaze roams over her, reverent and unhurried. I lean down, my lips trailing along her collarbone before moving lower. Gianna arches into me, her fingers threading through my hair as I kiss my way to her chest.
My hand moves over her soft body as I unhook her bra, letting it fall away. My breath hitches as I stare at her breasts. They're perfect. My hand moves from her side to cup her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her sensitive peaks before my lips follow. Gianna gasps, her head falling back as my mouth teases her, alternating between soft kisses and gentle nips.
"You don't know how long I've been thinking of this," I murmur against her skin.
Gianna shivers, her body responding to every touch, every word. She runs her hands along my shoulders, pushing my jacket off and tugging at my shirt. I help her, pulling it over my head. Her eyes settle on my chest. Her hands reach out to explore me, tracing the lines of my chest and abdomen.
Her touch is light, almost teasing, and it sends a shiver down my spine. I groan softly, capturing her lips again as my hands move to her jeans.
I unbutton them with practiced ease, sliding them down her legs along with her underwear. Gianna giggles as she kicks them off, leaving her completely bare before me. I take a second to appreciate her beauty, to marvel at the sight of her body. The thought of feeling and touching her again has kept me up plenty of nights.
This is different from the night at the chapel. We both know how we feel for each other, and that thought alone makes me want to take her right now.
"You're perfect," I say, slowly tracing my hand over her stomach.
Gianna blushes, and the mere sight makes me want to worship her. She reaches for me, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my pants. I let her undress me; her wish, my command. Her hands tremble slightly as she pushes my pants and boxers down.
Now that we're both naked, I guide her back onto the bed, my body pressing against hers as I kiss her deeply. My hands roam over her, tracing every curve, every line, as if memorizing her by touch alone.
My lips follow the path of my hands, trailing down her body in a series of slow, deliberate kisses. Gianna's breath hitches as I reach her thighs, my hands gently parting them. I pause, my gaze meeting hers. "I want to worship you," I whisper, my voice husky.
Gianna nods like words are foreign to her. Her hands clench the sheets as my mouth finds her core, my tongue teasing her with a slow, torturous rhythm. She moans, her hips bucking slightly as I hold her steady, my hands firm on her thighs.
"Finn," she gasps, her voice breaking as I push her closer to the edge.
I don't let up; my movements are deliberate and skilled. Gianna's body arches, her hands tangling in my hair as she cries out, her release washing over her in waves. I kiss my way back up her body, my lips lingering on her stomach, her breasts, her neck. By the time I reach her lips, Gianna is already pulling me closer, her hands running along my back and shoulders.
"Please," she whispers against my lips.
I position myself over her, my chest pressing against hers as I guide myself to her entrance carefully. I kiss her shoulder, my hands sliding to her breasts as I press myself into her, her moans making me as hard as steel.
Gianna moans, her head falling back against the bed as I move. My hands stay on her, teasing and caressing as my thrusts grow deeper, sending an infinite amount of pleasure through me.
"You feel incredible," I murmur against her ear, my voice rough with pleasure.
My fingers brush a piece of her hair that has fallen forward to the side before moving to the gentle curves of one of her breasts, trailing across her skin in circles until they reach her nipples. I roll the sensitive tips between my thumb and forefinger.
Gianna reaches back, her fingers brushing against my thigh as she moves with me. The heat between us builds; each touch, each movement pushing us closer to the edge. My hand slides to her hip, holding her steady as I thrust harder, my other hand cupping her breast as she thrusts her hips into me. Gianna cries out, her body tightening around me as she comes. It doesn't take long for me to join her, a deep groan escaping my lips.
I hold her tight as we collapse onto the bed, like she might disappear. I kiss her shoulder as we catch our breath, and I press a kiss against her temple.
"I love you, Gianna," I say as I look into her eyes.
CHAPTER 24
Gianna
Butterflies swarm in my stomach,soft and sure. My lips stretch into a smile I can't contain. "I love you, too, Finn. So much," I whisper, the confession blooming in my chest like something long buried, finally seeing the light. I never thought Finn and I would ever reach this point. Two people from a world tangled in secrets and survival, somehow we found our way here. And the way he looks at me now... is everything.
Who knew his feelings for me were just as deep? A warm flutter surrounds my chest as he pulls me flush against him, his arms wrapping around my waist like he never plans to let go. I thought I couldn't get the image of that night at the chapel from my head, but I think we just unlocked another memory that will stick with me for a long time.
"When did you start loving me?" I ask, my voice muffled against his chest. He shifts, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze. His eyes search mine like he's trying to make sense of it, too.
"I think I've always loved you," he says, brushing a thumb along my cheek. "I just didn't know or admit it. Or I wasn't brave enough to admit it to myself." The way he says it, quietand certain, melts something inside me. I smile again and lay my head back on his chest, breathing in the scent of him, letting the rhythm of his heartbeat calm my nerves.
