20. Millie
20
MILLIE
I want him to lose control. I need him to be as crazy and unhinged as I know he can be. I want to be the one person who makes him crazy.
“Finn, release me.”
His expression goes feral, and yeah, that’s the vibe.
“Please,” I whisper.
“Never.” It’s a hard word. “You’re mine.” He punctuates the statement with thrusts. “My good girl. Mine to breed. You can’t stop your stalker?—”
“Finn! I love you and I want to touch you!” I almost yell, tugging at my cuffs.
He stills, and no, no, this restraint isn’t what I want.
“You’re not getting away,” he murmurs, still sliding his thick cock in and out of me, teeth gritted.
“I don’t want to. I’ll never leave. I’m yours. I always was.”
A conflicted look crosses his face. “One more orgasm?—”
“No! I need you to come inside me right now. I’ve…” I can’t describe how I’m fulfilled by being what he needs, but I’ve had my care. Now I need the full force of his love, and to show him mine. No game of being forced to accept pleasure. I enjoyed it, it was satisfying, I needed it even.
But now I need something even more raw. Honesty.
He reaches up, and without pulling his cock out of me, grabs the key from the bedside cabinet and releases my hands.
I touch him. Gentle, loving fingers over his shoulder and neck, over the necklaces he told me were gifts from his family, up to where the dark sandpaper of his short beard begins. Then my other hand is free, and I’m touching him everywhere I can reach. Greedy to show with my eagerness how much he means to me.
“Finn, my Finn.”
“I’m yours,” he agrees, then wraps his arms around me and before I know it, he’s rolled us over so I’m on top.
Cautiously, I lever myself up, and shift on his cock. We both moan, and this angle is different, but Finn likes it, I can tell. I experimentally move up and down. He’s making noises like it’s painful, and his forehead is creased between his eyebrows.
“Millie, I love you so fecking much,” he says, under his breath. He cups my breasts roughly and yes, oh yes. That’s an advantage of me on top and untethered that I hadn’t anticipated.
He doesn’t make me do all the work though. He thrusts up into me as I bear down, his stomach muscles flexing under that happy trail of hair.
“I love you.” It’s so simple, and yet it took something pretty significant to get us to this point.
“Beautiful,” he mutters indistinctly, and trails his hands down my torso, his palms covering my whole belly. He grips my hips, and lifts me in time with his movements, and it’s deeper, harder, sweeter. I cry out as I can feel him deep inside. He fills a space I didn’t know existed.
But he still hasn’t really lost his mind. I want him to come inside me without a thought for me .
It’s an instinct, but I reach behind and feel for his big balls.
He swears as my fingers touch his sack.
“I won’t last if you do that, pet,” he grits out.
“Good.” I’m in a haze of pleasure and need.
I cup his balls, feeling their weight.
“Pull on them.”
He’s the most savagely beautiful thing I’ve ever seen as he throws his head back and shudders, keeping my gaze all the while. Then I do as he directs, and he swells, slamming my hips down on his. And while him on top of me was amazing, him using me from below, like he’s the endless sea and I’m a little boat, is even better.
He roars his release. The shout is so loud and long I think they’ll hear it in Kilburn.
He pumps into me, and I feel that hot seed hitting my insides, filling me up, his cock jerking over and over.
Then he’s pulling me down to slump over his chest, and murmuring that I’m his good girl, perfect girl, his pet, and stroking my hair.
We lie there for a long time, still joined, my face pressed onto his pectoral and his arms tight around my shoulders.
Maybe I fall asleep, exhausted by sheer happiness? Because the next thing I know, there’s the soft clink of metal on metal. I struggle to comprehend what it means.
“Millie,” he whispers, sweeping my hair away and brushing his lips on my forehead. “It’s more usual to do this on one knee, but I can’t wait. And nothing about this has been traditional.”
That wakes me up.
“What?”
I wriggle against his chest until I get my arms under me enough to be able to stare into his eyes. They’re still impossibly green. They’re a jungle, but I can see love and amusement in them all the same.
And then I see what he’s holding. The ring that was on one of the chains around his neck. He told me it was his grandfather’s. One of the tokens of his family he wears at all times.
“Do you want to marry me?” I blurt out, my disbelief stronger than my good sense.
That wicked twinkle is back in his eyes. “Yes. I accept.”
My mouth falls open. “I wasn’t asking!” I protest. “I was asking if you were ask?—”
“Weren’t you?” His hand finds mine and slides the ring—still warm from his skin—over my finger. It’s too big, but my fingers close over it. I want to keep this. I want to be kept by him. “Well, it’s a good thing I am asking.”
“Finn.” I haven’t got words for this. He brings our linked hands up between us and to his lips, then kisses my palm. It sends a shudder of pleasure down my spine.
“You don’t have any option, Millie,” he says with quiet intent. “You’re mine. I’m yours. I’m going to keep you forever and put a baby in you. I probably already have.”
Dragging my hand down his face, when my forefinger slides over his lips, he opens his mouth and catches it, closing over the tip. Then the wet heat of his mouth surrounds the tip, and his teeth close like a trap, digging into my flesh. I moan as a fresh wave of arousal crashes over me.
“I could consume you,” he murmurs. “I want all of you. A wedding is just the formal tags. My ring on your finger—this one for now, but I’ll get you a custom-made engagement ring. Something designed for my beautiful pet, to remind you of the sea, and where you brought me to let me take everything you give and more.”
He pulls me flush against him with his lower arm, but keeps our hands interlocked as he kisses me, his lips just as perfect as I imagined when we first met.
“Kidnapping you was the best choice I ever made,” I whisper.
His chest vibrates as he laughs. “Most fun I’ve ever had.”