17. Finn
17
FINN
We’re both breathing hard as I trap her with my arms against the wall of the cottage.
“You slowed. You didn’t catch me on the sand when you could have,” she says in awe.
I cup her jaw and press my forehead to hers. “You could have gone through the door into the house. You turned.”
She doesn’t deny it. She can’t, anymore than I can. This thing between us is too strong. It’s the tide, pushing us up the beach inch by inch. While we aren’t watching, the force of nature that is our connection keeps lapping closer.
“Why did you let me go on the beach?” she says instead of admitting she wanted to be caught.
Because it has to be her decision to be with me. It might be inevitable as far as I’m concerned, but when I fuck her, I want to know that she’s with me.
But that’s not the only reason, and it’s not what she needs to hear right now.
“Because I like the chase. I liked seeing you scared, and running, and thinking you couldn’t escape me.” Her chest is heaving, and her eyes go wide, but as she trembles and leans back against the stone wall, it’s not fear in her eyes. It’s relief. My girl needs to be overpowered. I can do that for her. Be the dominant protector she needs. “And you needed to think you had a chance. That and I didn’t want to fuck you for the first time on the beach. Sand isn’t the right kind of friction.”
“No?” she asks, voice breathy.
“The friction I want is my cock deep in your tight little virgin pussy,” I murmur, rolling my hips against her. And she pushes back into me, her soft belly yielding to the rigid length of my cock. I lean down and our mouths touch.
The passion I’ve held back is unleashed. My lips force hers open in a possessive kiss. My tongue is in her mouth, and she’s moaning as I shift my hands to hold her delicious curves as I devour her.
I kiss her like she’s my source of air. And she is.
I crowd her between my body and the stone, loving the way that even as I trap her, she tries to get closer, reaching up and tugging on my shoulders. Our movements have rucked up that perfect little sundress, and I’m tempted, oh so tempted to take her out here against the wall.
And I will.
One day, I’ll give in to every feral impulse and thrust into my wife while holding her against the sun-warmed stone. But today? She’s not yet my wife, and her first time will be for her . As sweet as my virgin girl needs, and no more pain than absolutely necessary.
“There’s one thing you need to know, Millie,” I say, pulling back to stare into her face, so familiar now and so beloved.
She nods, panting, her lips bruised pink and shiny with our saliva in the light of the setting sun.
“Two, actually.” My throat closes up. I shouldn’t say this. I should just take what she’s offering and never reveal my true self. But my pet deserves more. She should have honesty.
“I want you. I want you more than my next breath. I want you with the ferocity of a man in the desert craving water and shade. I will die without you.”
She brings up her hand and places it on my cheek, her pretty blue eyes shining into mine, and murmurs, “It’s okay, I feel the same.”
That should comfort me. But it doesn’t.
“And that’s why…”
Tilting her head, she waits.
“I stalked you.”