She watched his face as if fascinated, her lips parted, a sigh escaping her when he reached out to cup her breasts and tease her nipples.
“I want to see you.” She rose to her knees and tugged at the buttons of his falls. Once she’d loosened them she slid her warm hand past the crumpled fabric to draw him out, uttering a surprised, pleased sound when she held his throbbing cock in her hand. “Oh, my. You’re…oh, my.”
Finn sucked in a deep breath and threw his head back when her warm palm met his bare flesh. If he let her continue, he was going to come like this, and he was dying to be inside her, to make her his.
He gripped her wrist to still her hand, and she let out a surprised squeak of protest. “But…I want to touch you, and I’ve hardly begun.”
He slid his fingers over her jaw, unable to prevent the smile that rose to his lips at her indignant expression. “But I’m about to finish, sweet, and neither of us wants that.”
Her brows drew together. “Finish what?”
Finn dragged his breeches off and kicked them aside, then joined her on the bed. “I’ll show you in a moment. Well, hopefully a bit more than a moment.”
“But I wanted to—”
He silenced her with a fierce kiss, his lips and tongue demanding a response until she fell back against the bed with a moan of surrender. Finn reached for the buttons on the side of her skirt, tore them open, and dragged it and her petticoat over her hips and down her legs until at last she was bare before him.
“Beautiful.” He propped his head on his hand as he lay beside her, his gaze memorizing every inch of her body. “I’ve dreamed of you like this, spread out across my bed, but I never imagined…” His voice grew thick, and he trailed off and brought her hand to his mouth, pressing a warm kiss into her palm.
She leaned over and brushed her lips over the center of his chest, over his wildly beating heart. “I didn’t, either.”
He rolled her onto her back and came over her, lowering his head to suck at a nipple while he slid a hand up the inside of her thigh.
She arched against his mouth as he kissed and licked and sucked at her breasts for long moments and teased his fingers through the curls between her thighs. He brushed his thumb against her sensitive knot of flesh until she grew hot and slick, and he felt it harden and rise for him, begging for his touch.
“Are you wet for me still?” He dipped a finger inside her and had to clench his teeth to hold back his orgasm when his hand came away covered in her sweet honey. “Ah God, yes.” He slipped a second finger into her and thrust gently until her hips rose to meet his fingers, and she couldn’t hold back her desperate whimpers.
“Is this what you want, Iris?” He cupped her cheek in his hand and held her until her hazy eyes focused on his. “Do you want me inside you?”
She looked up into his face with those eyes that could break his heart, and she didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
He dropped a tender kiss on her lips. “And you’re going to be mine?”
“Yes.” She urged his mouth back down to hers, and her kiss was a promise.
Finn slid one knee between her legs to open her, then settled between her thighs, his eyes squeezing closed when he felt her wet warmth against the tip of his cock. He eased partway inside, stopping to kiss her lips and her breasts when he felt her tense beneath him.
“It’s going to hurt a bit.” He brushed a few loose strands of her hair from her eyes. “But I’ll be as careful as I can with you.”
“I know you will be.” She gazed up at him, and Finn’s heart burst in his chest at the trust he saw in the deep blue depths of her eyes.
His gaze never left her face as he eased into her, as far as he could go before he felt the barrier of her innocence against his cock, then he drew back and surged forward again with a powerful thrust, not holding back, because it was best done quickly, so the worst of the pain was over with a single stroke.
She gasped, and her body went rigid under his.
Finn went motionless. He was seated deep inside her now, and God, she was so hot and tight and wet his body urged him to thrust into that seductive heat again and again, but he remained still and prayed for the control to stay that way until her pain faded.
“Iris? I’m sorry, love.” He let his head rest in that sweet space between her neck and shoulder. He stroked her hair and kissed her throat, whispering soothing words in her ear—broken words of love and desire—until at last she sighed, and the tension began to drain from her body.
“That, ah…well, that also wasn’t the same as reading about it,” she murmured.
Finn placed a tender kiss on her lips. “No, I’m afraid not. I hate that I hurt you—”
“Hush. It’s over now.” She paused, then gave him an uncertain look. “I mean, that part is over. There’s more to it, isn’t there? There seemed to be more in my books, but—”
He let out a soft laugh, then slipped a hand down to stroke between her legs. “There’s more.”
“Oh, I thought there must be, but…oh.” She squirmed under him as he teased his fingertip over her again.
