Chapter 48 Carwynn
CARWYNN
My mouth crashed into his. I gripped the tops of his shoulders, tugging him closer, needing to feel the warmth that was radiating off him.
His lips opened for me, hot and insistent. Claiming. The kiss was fierce, yet soft and passionate all at once. He was a goddamn aphrodisiac, stoking the fire that began to burn through me, knotting with ecstasy inside my pelvis.
Fuck. I needed him.
My hands went to his waist. I pulled him against me with force. The hard length of him pressed into my stomach, igniting me further.
I needed him—right now.
I broke the kiss for a millisecond, pulling away just enough to shed my sweater. Then, my fingers searched the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning, yanking them down in savage haste.
Finley kicked them off, heaving in a breath. Our lips pulled apart, but his forehead remained pressed against mine. A hand slid under my jaw as those green eyes scanned mine for an answer. One our bodies both seemed to reply to.
I nodded, my sight locked to his with urgency. That was all he seemed to need before—
Strong arms wrapped around me, cupping my ass, lifting me effortlessly off the ground as if I were weightless.
A slight yelp bubbled out of me, followed by a giggle.
My legs instinctively locked around him, my hands to his neck, letting him know there was no getting away. His lips wickedly curled in response.
Steps echoed off the ruin walls as he carried me, hands anchored to my rear, but his eyes never left mine.
We approached a large stone slab in the center of the courtyard.
It was aged with golden-flaked markings that glowed in the light of the moon.
Finley placed me down gently on soft moss, my own throne for the night.
Beautiful black dahlia flowers drew my gaze for a moment, instantly growing at the base of the stone, illuminating softly.
Tug. My inkling stirred.
I immediately snuffed it out. Not tonight.
My dress had ridden up, bunching at my waist. His hips pressed into mine, my legs still wrapped around him.
The moon bathed us in a silvery light. Beside us, ivy cascaded down the walls swaying slightly, as if holding its breath with me for this moment.
Finley’s hands untangled my legs from his back as he slid them up my thighs, disappearing beneath the crinkled dress. Fabric tugged at my skin, my underwear pulled down, his hands reappearing to drop them to the ground.
This was happening. This was really happening . . .
I couldn’t tell if my heart was skipping beats or creating extra ones.
“Ya don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this again.” Finley’s words were pure fucking sin from a saint’s mouth. A devilish smile flashed across his face as his hands curled around my thighs, forcefully dragging me to the ledge of the stone slab.
Then, Finley kneeled before me.
Oh my fuckingggg—
His tongue stroked up inside my body. I nearly shattered then and there, leaning back on my elbows for support as a wave of ecstasy crashed over me. That villainous tongue.
His hands spread my legs wider. Looking down, seeing the act alone had sparks violently flaring under my skin. A stubbled beard grazed me as he dove deeper. He swirled, sucked, tugged.
“Finley,” I cried, my hand involuntarily landing on his head, fingers twining into his hair.
No words answered. Only the satisfaction of his tongue plunging deeper inside me as his hot breath brushed against my skin.
The tension inside rose in the pit of my stomach nearing capacity with frantic butterflies. I was about to explode, about to combust into a thousand tiny fragments.
No. Not yet. My hand pressed against his forehead, pushing that wicked tongue back.
“No,” I gasped. “I want you inside me when I come.”
Finley straightened, an enormous grin widening as he processed my words. His chin glistened in the light with my taste. I’d forgotten his pants had been removed, but I was happy to see it nonetheless. He stroked himself just above my entrance, teasing. Dragging the tip up and down.
It felt like I was electrically charging and he was a tall tree. If he didn’t stop doing that—I was two seconds away from striking.
“Finley . . .” I warned. My insides throbbed, desperate for release.
He let out a dark laugh. Then in one fluid motion, slid into me.
A sharp pant escaped me. My breath hitched at the sensation of him easing inside. The tightness stung at first but gradually melted away as my body adjusted.
In this moment, on this stone, it was incomparable to anything I’d ever experienced before. I was a crashing wave being drawn in by Finley’s gravitational pull, the moonlight caressing over our bodies.
His hands found my backside, tugging me closer with each thrust. My arms found their way back up to his neck again, kissing him like it’d satiate some starved part of me. My tongue tangled with his and my core sparked with each ragged breath he took.
My breasts pressed against his warm chest, still hidden beneath the fabric of my dress, the friction of it had my nipples hardening. Flames of desire rushed through me like flint on stone.
I couldn’t control the moan that muffled through our mouths meeting. I gasped as another wave of ecstasy started to swell.
Finley must have felt me coil around him, because he began to thrust harder, taunting me. Pushing me further toward the edge.
I couldn’t take it anymore. An overwhelming animalistic urge to bite, lick, scream—maybe even laugh, flooded in. Finley plunged deeper, firmer, as I let out a cry, climaxing. His thrusts were unrelenting, wringing every last drop of the high out of me.
My muscles unlocked.
I was a puddle. Completely melted under the weight of his body.
My legs curled around him again, urging him to claim me deeper, to reach release.
His shoulders went taut. A deep, vibrating growl rumbled in his chest that sent chills down my spine.
An aura of blue light faintly illuminated from the slab beneath us.
Finley’s eyes suddenly reflected that same soft gleam.
Teeth clenched, Finley whispered something delicate and grazed the side of my temple as he held me tighter.
The words sounded foreign, lost to time—I didn’t understand.
Then, Finley came.
A cool breeze tickled the bare spots of my legs, and a calming silence coated us. Only the sound of our muted shared breaths. The moment of rapture dissipated, our souls transporting back into our bodies—to the present moment.
A dew-dropped forehead fell to my shoulder. He heaved, slowly catching his breath. I clung to him, refusing to let go yet, like a creature gripping onto a boulder in the shallows, wary of being dragged back out again.
Gently, his head lifted. Finley’s hand came up, stroking a thumb against my cheek as if I were something precious to behold. His lips found mine again, this time—reverent, loving, patient. Reluctance glittered in his eyes as he pulled back.
“That was—” Finley started, voice sounding as worn as our bodies.
“Incredible?” I offered. A light laugh escaped me as I beamed.
What was this man doing to me? The sex was amazing, but this—it wasn’t a hookup or merely two people needing release. No, this felt like we’d slipped into the depths of something we couldn’t come back from. The way he looked at me—it made my whole soul pause, shifting the very fibers within me.
Since the day I’d arrived and first stepped into that classroom, he’d been my friend. Even after the countless rejections and dismissals, he came right back with that same easy smile. Always wondering how I was doing, making sure I’d smile and laugh, all while getting me home safe.
Whenever he looked at me, I felt it. I believed it. I’d spent so long wanting to feel that raw, unfiltered emotional honesty. And with Finley—I think I may have felt it all along. That shared connection.
His gaze dropped to my legs which were still tied around him, trapping him in his own little prison. Hands pressed into my thighs, rubbing up and down as he grinned.
“Now these—” Finley squeezed the soft flesh of my thighs, eyebrows hitching up. “I love these,” he drawled the word shamelessly, fingers getting their fill.
“Uh huh,” I said, suppressing the insecure urge to tug my dress back down. But this was Finley, and he wouldn’t allow room for my self-doubt. So instead, I embraced it, letting a relieved laugh slip out. “You haven’t even seen these yet,” I teased, shimmying my chest so my boobs jiggled.
“Mmm,” he moaned, eyes lingering like a thief on jewels. “Now those I can’t wait to dive into next time.” He immediately nuzzled his head between my breasts, playfully growling. My body tensed, but the ticklish thrill won the fight as I barked out hysterically.
He eased away, chuckling. That handsome face tilted up to look at me, but for a moment, I swore those green eyes darkened.
“Are you—” I paused, a flush stinging into my cheeks, lungs tightening. Would he regret this—regret me? “You okay?”
His mouth swiftly planted warm kisses along my neck, gently sweeping over my choker. Each one brushed away my seeds of doubt. The last, most tender kiss landed on the darkened scar near my shoulder, the recent addition.
My heart fluttered at the touch.
“More than okay,” he whispered into my ear, cocky yet firm. “Ya know, next time could be in a few minutes if you wanted it to be.” Every word was laced in hope as his lips trailed my cheek, slow kisses punctuating the underlying question.
I could absolutely be swept up in the intoxication of round two, but a part of me recognized the heaviness of what just changed between us. The introverted part of me needed my solitude to process it all.
I took his face between my hands and gently pulled his head up.
“It’s late,” I breathed against his lips with a smile. “Walk me home?”
He nodded, dragging his lips over mine.
“Of course. One of my favorite things to do—” He halted and a cheeky smile grew. “Though,” he added. “I may have a new favorite thing to do with ya.”
Smiling, I curled into his arms to steal his warmth, his company . . . just for a moment longer.
I should’ve been scared of this, of finally letting someone back in—but when he held me, I felt secure. I could be swallowed by a dark night, and he’d still be there, fingers intertwined in mine, guiding me to the moonlit path home.
“You’re right, ya know,” he said, voice buttery smooth as he tucked a stray lock behind my ear.
I tilted my head, waiting.
He spun to look at the ruins, then turned back to me, steady and sure. “This place is a piece of me. And now, you’re a piece of me too.”
Maybe they were just words strung together in a sentence, but they injected straight into my bloodstream, resuscitating my feeble heart.
And then his mouth found mine again.