Chapter 30
Kallie
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Finn pushed her back against the wall. She gasped, breaking away from his mouth.
He held her head, forcing her to look at him. His heated gaze seared through her, and she stilled.
"You're mine." His chest pressed her against the wall.
She wriggled against him. The hardness of his cock stopped her. Everything in her head told her to keep fighting for both of them, that they had to find a way to be together and get out of Everstill. But her soul was entwined with Finn.
Arousal killed her train of thought. Her pussy throbbed. All that mattered was that they were together now. Right here.
He lowered his hand to her hip, spreading his fingers wide. She held her breath, wanting, needing him to touch her all over.
"I'm not going to let anyone take you away from me." His low voice sounded distant and rough. "You've always belonged to me."
Her pelvis tilted, pressing her mound against him. She wanted to believe him. But how would they ever be happy in Everstill? For them to break free of the hold that was over the town, they needed to leave.
"Please, leave with me." She swallowed past the lump of emotion building inside of her.
Pinning her to the wall, Finn grabbed the collar of her buttoned shirt and pulled with enough force that the buttons flew across the room. He grabbed the bottom of her bra and pulled it up over her breasts.
He took her hands, raised her arms, and held both her wrists prisoner. Then he dipped his head, capturing her nipple. A rush of pleasure filled her, and she sagged against the wall. There was no way to escape their problems.
Sex wasn't the answer.
A shudder ran down her spine. She wouldn't give up on them. Straining against him, she broke free of his grip. The moment Finn's mouth came off her nipple, she sank to her knees, grabbed the front of his jeans, unfastened them, and pulled the waistband down past his hips.
Not missing her opportunity to show him how much he needed her, how much she needed him, how good they were together, and that it would only continue if he came back home with her. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and pulled the head into her mouth.
His fist slammed into the wall above her head. She sucked him deep into her mouth and gazed up at him. He stared down at her, anguish etched into his face. She lapped her tongue underneath his cock.
Tears burned her eyes. How was it possible to love someone so much that she couldn't imagine living without him?
He hissed through his clenched teeth. His frustration and anger drove his sexual desires. She grabbed onto his thighs, sucking him harder.
There was something highly arousing about watching him fight yet lose control.
"Fuck." He grabbed her by the hair, raising her to her feet.
Pain radiated over her scalp. His dominance turned her on more. She moaned, grabbing for him. This is what she needed to see.
He needed to fight. Fight for her. Fight for both of them.
He tore her jeans down her legs, turned her around, and bent her over the arm of the couch.
He thrust inside of her without any warning.
She came up on her toes and rocked back on her heels.
They'd stopped using condoms when they ran out of protection.
They'd had sex much more than she imagined they would.
She had one more month of birth control pills in her bag. Her need to see a doctor and get her prescription refilled was another reason why she needed to go home.
"Finn?" She dug her nails into the fabric of the couch.
He plunged and withdrew, knocking her breath out of her with each thrust. She raised her head and looked over her shoulder.
"I need—"
He pulled out of her and turned her back around. Lifting her leg, he slid back into her. She looped her arms around his neck, twining her fingers in his hair. He understood her desire to face him.
Finn was the only person she had in her life.
The only one she wanted to spend the rest of her days with.
She'd alienated herself growing up to keep others from hurting and disappointing her.
As she got older, she relied on her fantasies of someday finding Finn, so she never put any energy into making friends.
Even at work, she focused on doing a good job so that, when she was away, she could find a way back to Everstill.
Finn was everything to her.
He thrust harder, cupping her ass. She wrapped her leg around his hip. Her sensitive clit pulsed with each caress of his body moving in and out of her. She kissed his neck, pulling his head down and capturing his mouth.
"Come for me," he said against her lips.
She tilted her pelvis as he bounced her against him. His cock filled every inch. The slickness of their bodies and their breathing were the only sounds in the house.
Her thoughts circled. Yes. Yes. Yes.
"Finn." She gasped, her body quickening. "We have to go."
"No." He fucked her harder. "We stay."
"It doesn't like me here." She threw her head back, unable to stop her climax from building. "Oh, God." She panted. "You deserve happiness."
He whirled her around and pressed her against the wall. She groaned, half in pain, half in pleasure.
"Please, come home with me," she cried.
He covered her mouth with his hand and pressed his forehead against her forehead, staring into her eyes. She could see his struggle, but she refused to give up.
His power. His strength. His sexual prowess undid her.
She orgasmed with him buried deep inside of her. He blocked her from screaming his name with the palm of his hand.
She sucked air through his fingers, already lightheaded. Her leg slid off his hip.
Only then did he move his hand off her mouth, pick her up until he had both her legs at his hips, and proceed to fuck all his frustrations out on her. She held on, knowing there was no stopping him.
A guttural groan slipped between his lips. Little jolts of pleasure continued to fire inside of her. She hung on his neck long after he stilled from his climax and caught his breath.
They stayed together until Finn's spent cock slipped out of her. He went down on his knees, taking her with him. Then, he pulled her onto his lap. She straddled him, laying her head on his shoulder. His cum dripped out of her, but she no longer cared.
She was never going to leave him.
His hand cupped the back of her head as he inhaled deeply. "Next time the veil opens, you'll go home."
She raised her head. "Not without you."
He looked into her eyes, defeat draining the life from him. His expression was the same as it had been when she first met him, and the second and third times as well.
But this time, she sensed he was purposely hiding his feelings from her.