Chapter 25
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They spilled into the apartment, their hands all over each other from the elevator. Finn managed to compose himself long enough to make sure Ronan wasn’t in the living room, but after confirming the place was dark and silent, he scooped Elise into his arms and carried her down the hall to the bedroom they’d claimed when they arrived at the penthouse.
Her arms went around his neck, her mouth hungry as their tongues parried, her hands fisting his hair.
He entered the darkened bedroom and closed the door behind him with his foot, then carried her to bed and dropped her playfully on the mattress.
She stifled a giggle and got onto her knees at the edge of the bed, then fumbled with his zipper, trying to remove his trousers while he reached for the hem of her T-shirt.
He’d never wanted someone so much, had never been so desperate to join his body with another.
He managed to get her T-shirt off and threw it aside, then waited while she slipped his jeans down his thighs, taking his underwear with them, freeing his rock hard cock.
He sighed with relief, then groaned when she wrapped her palm around his shaft.
He stepped out of the pants. “Lay down, El.”
He didn’t know why his mood had changed from playful to commanding. He only knew that he was burning for her, desperate to lose himself in her, to prove to himself that she was real.
She lay back on the bed and lifted her arms over her head, her bare breasts jutting from her chest, her nipples hard and begging for his mouth.
He stifled another groan and unbuttoned his shirt as fast as he could. Then he kissed the soft swell of her stomach and unfastened her pants, worked the zipper, and pulled them off her hips.
She was stretched out in nothing but the pink lace that covered her mound, looking up at him with a need that mirrored the lust storming his body like an invading force.
He knelt between her knees and closed his mouth over the pink lace, feeling the heat of her sex, hidden from him by the smallest scrap of fabric. It only made him want her more, the denial strangely erotic, and he felt his cock lengthen and harden between his thighs.
He watched her face as he slipped two fingers under the border of her underwear.
She closed her eyes as he found her wet heat, sinking his fingers into her tight channel.
She sighed. “Oh my god…”
“You’re so wet, El. So tight.”
He knew what it would feel like to sink into her, to feel her warmth envelop him, clamp down on his shaft as he pushed through her channel.
His cock throbbed, desperate for release. Since she’d let him taste her for the first time, he’d spent hours exploring her pussy with his tongue and fingers, lapping at her juices as she came again and again, reveling in the newfound intimacy, in the pleasure he could make her feel.
But now he wanted only to be inside her, to be buried balls deep in her sweetness until they came together.
He withdrew his fingers and pushed aside the pink lace, positioning his cock at her entrance, feeling half-drunk with his need for her.
“I need to fuck you now, El.”
“Yes.” She lifted her hips, pushing the swollen head of his cock into the opening of her channel as she looked at him through half-closed eyes.
She cried out when he drove into her, and he held still for a few seconds, using the time to draw one of her hard nipples into her mouth, sucking until her hips started moving under him, moving with him.
He had to force himself to drag back through her tunnel, the promise of release the only incentive for leaving her slick heat.
She lifted her knees around his hips, and he pushed into her again.
And again.
Sinking deeper. Thrusting hard and fast, her hips rising to meet his as their bodies rocked together, lost in the need for release, both reaching for their own orgasms.
He didn’t have the presence of mind to want it to last. He wanted only to occupy every inch of her, to be absorbed by her, to disappear into her, a consummation of everything they’d been afraid to say, everything they’d finally said.
“Finn,” she gasped.
She was going to come. He could feel her teetering on the precipice, her pussy locked down on his shaft, forcing him to push harder into her.
He reached between their bodies and felt for her clit, rubbed circles over the tiny nub with his thumb while he fucked her.
Finn barely registered her scream as she came, barely registered the fact that Ronan would probably hear them.
He didn’t care. He let go, spilling into her with a groan, driving into her again and again until he was sure he’d wrung every shudder, every tremor from her.
Now there was nothing between them and their future together.
Nothing but Achilles.