Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ama
I knew what I wanted, and I wasn't going to beat around the bush. All that would get me was the female version of blue balls and a hell of a lot less sleep. Plus, I had a feeling we wouldn’t be afforded a lot of alone time in the near future, so I fully planned on making use of what we had now.
Stripping the robe off, I turned around to face him and boldly asked, "And just how did you plan on making my heart race? "
The hunger in Finias' eyes as they raked over my body made a flood of warmth pool between my legs.
A small tremble ran through me as he reached out and immediately slipped his fingers between my wet folds to tease my clit.
Finias stepped closer and tilted my chin up, his voice almost a purr as he answered, "Oh, I thought we'd go for a little run...horizontally.” The wink he ended with had me wanting to laugh and moan at the same time—the moan won out as he increased his pace with his fingers.
He backed me up to the edge of the bed, where my knees buckled and I fell back onto my ass. I crawled backward and leaned onto my elbows, enjoying the show he was putting on while stripping out of his clothes.
Supposedly, he was tattooed from the neck down in every area, and I was looking forward to seeing if that was true.
As he pulled his shirt off, his abdomen flexed, displaying his six pack, and my mouth dropped at the multitude of runes tattooed onto his skin.
One day, when I didn't have a burning desire for him, I wanted to go through each one and ask what they did.
The moonlight from the window lit his pale skin perfectly, allowing the stark contrast of the black ink against his skin to be on full display.
I drank in every inch greedily. He slid off his pants slowly, and I was all but panting by the time his cock sprang free and I saw the glint of metal on his tip.
Stepping out of his pants, he brought his hand up to slowly pump his cock as he looked at me with a smirk, knowing damned well I was checking him out and being unashamed of his body.
It was a sinful confidence that simmered beneath the surface with him, dangerous and tempting.
Now that I knew my kiss wasn’t deadly, I was finding I wasn’t one to deny my urges or desires.
I wanted him, and I was going to have him.
"Touch yourself, Ama," he commanded, and I inhaled sharply at the authority in his voice, "Slide your fingers into those pretty pink folds and bring yourself pleasure, baby."
I bit my bottom lip as I laid back fully and slid my hand over my breast and down my stomach to hover over my mound. I glanced up at him as he began to stroke his length faster, pausing at the top to rub his tip and the piercing there.
Clearly, I didn't have a lot of experience with cocks, so it was a bit of a shock to see a pierced one. I had to ask him the two questions burning in my mind so I could shut my brain off and fall into the sensations of this moment.
I dropped my finger to my slit and spread myself open for him to see as I asked, "Does that piercing hurt at all when we...you know?"
A light huff of air came from him before he shook his head, his white hair falling across his brow with the movement, "It shouldn’t. But if it does, you tell me immediately, and we stop."
"Why did you get it? It had to hurt really fucking bad to do," I hedged, genuinely curious as I began to swirl my finger on my clit. His eyes tracked the movement like a hawk tracking prey, and he groaned at the sight, clearly having issues concentrating.
His purple eyes snapped to mine, flashing with something broken within their depths as he admitted, "There was a void in my chest. Before I met you, sometimes I needed a little pain to remind me that I was alive. Pain that I chose to receive instead of the kind that was given to me by my parents."
Between his abusive parents, the hundreds of tattoos, and now this, I had to wonder if he had known anything but pain.
Before I could react to the raw truth in that statement, he dropped to his knees, and his mouth descended on my pussy, driving all thoughts from my mind.
With every flick of his tongue, I moaned louder than the previous time, and by the time he worked a finger into me, I was trembling with the need to come.
He growled against my folds, and his eyes flicked up to mine.
The primal desire in them was my undoing, and he worked me right over the cliff I had so quickly built up to.
He didn't give me time to soak it in, either, immediately climbing above me and placing his arms on either side of me.
He cradled my face in his hands and looked at me like I was his entire world.
The delicate way his thumbs brushed against my face had a tear leaking from my eye.
From the moment we met in the courtyard, we’d had this intense connection that drew us together like moths to a flame. It had only intensified, and honestly, Finias had blown me away with his emotional depth and honesty, paired with his lethal protectiveness of me.
I'd never forget when he’d knocked Drayven out cold to “take a nap in the rain” because of what Drayven had done to me with my first kiss. He had known me all of a few minutes, yet he’d already raged at the idea of anyone hurting me.
Finias dropped down to kiss the tear away, then pulled back to look at me once more. "Ama, I'm falling in love with you," he breathed out, leaving himself exposed and vulnerable to me, putting his heart in my hands and entrusting me to not break it.
More tears came at his admission, and my voice trembled as I answered, "I'm falling in love with you too, Fin." Honestly, I was pretty damned sure I was past the “falling” phase.
Using his thumbs to wipe away the tears that continued to fall, he touched his nose to mine and said, "You are my entire world.
You've shown me that I have a purpose in life and that there is a reason to wake up every day happy now. I used to wake up and go about every day like a ghost, not truly living. I was a pawn on my parents’ chess board.
I thought that was my only worth in life. "
I cut him off from continuing, "You're so much more than that, Fin. You were the first one who pulled my carefully constructed walls down and showed me that I was enough and that there was nothing to be ashamed of. That even a hybrid could be loved in a world full of so much hate for what I am."
His face lit up at my response, and he pressed a kiss to my lips before murmuring against them, "You make me feel whole." He took a deep breath before adding, "I also have one other thing to admit."
His gaze darted around like he was struggling with whatever it was, and I reached out to place a palm on his cheek. "You can tell me anything."
Admittedly, the longer I felt him pressed between my thighs, his large body caging my own, the more turned on I became. I desperately wanted to feel every inch of him, but I could tell what he had to say was important.
"I'm a virgin," he breathed out, wincing as he did so, almost as if he expected me to make fun of him for that.
No fucking way.
I was shocked at that, but not in a bad way. I felt even more confident that this was the perfect moment for us to let the rest of the world fall away for just one night and create a beautiful memory for us both.
Reaching down between us, I stroked his cock as I slid my hand that rested on his cheek to the back of his neck. "So am I," I murmured before I crushed his lips to mine.
All of the sweet emotion flowing between us turned into carnal energy that had my pussy slick with need. I groaned as he inserted a finger into me, simultaneously rubbing my clit as he devoured my mouth like he needed me to live.
Hell, maybe he did. Maybe we both needed each other to live. Maybe this was the start of us truly living.
He pulled away from my lips long enough to pant out, "Are you sure?"
A small growl sprang from my lips as I answered, "If you don't, I'll kill you."
"Fuck, you know how much it turns me on when you get bloodthirsty," he groaned as he pulled his finger out of me and stuck two fingers into his mouth, lubing them up with spit before wetting his dick and lining himself up with my entrance.
I widened my legs and took a deep breath, knowing that this probably wouldn't feel amazing at first. Those romance books had always had such mind-blowing sex, but I'd read that the first time was never good. I couldn't get my hopes up for this to rock my world.
There was another part of me that argued against that, that insisted that our mate could do no wrong and that, if anyone, Finias would ensure it was perfect.
"Are you on birth control?" he asked before moving further, eliciting a frustrated sound from me as I writhed around with need.
"All Succubi and Incubi have an internal switch to choose whether to be fertile or not. Apparently, it's so we don't overpopulate the world with our sexual tendencies," I answered, tacking a bit of sarcasm to the end.
He nuzzled my neck and trailed kisses along it as he began to ease into me. The pressure was overwhelming at first, and I squeaked out in surprise, causing him to still and look back into my eyes. Concern was etched on his face as he asked, "Do you want me to stop? I don't want to hurt you."
Taking a deep breath, I shook my head, "No. We just need to take it slow and allow me to adjust, but it is going to hurt a bit."
He looked like he was going to pull out of me as soon as I confirmed it was going to hurt, as if he couldn't bring himself to do that to me.
I locked my legs around his waist and began to urge him to move further.
"It's going to hurt the first time no matter who does it, Fin.
I want this to be with you," I whispered.
Dropping his forehead to mine, he sighed deeply, "Fine, but you have to tell me if you need me to go slower or need a moment before I go further, okay? I don’t trust myself to be in complete control, but I am going to do my damned best."