No Storm. No Cover. No Break -Finn #2
“I’m going to take you apart so completely you won’t remember what quiet feels like.”
I pulled back enough to look at her. Wild eyes, lips parted and swollen. Chest heaving in shallow, desperate breaths. Beautiful.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I whispered.
Something hot and possessive shot through me—not just want, but the recognition of what she’d actually handed me. Not just her body. Her surrender.
“Say it.” My voice was low. “Tell me what you want.”
Her breath hitched. Her hips twitched uselessly beneath me, chasing contact I hadn’t given her yet. “I want you, Finn,” she whispered, the words catching in her throat.
“Good girl.”
I let the head of my cock nudge at her entrance—pressing just inside, enough to stretch her open around the promise of more, enough to feel her body tighten and plead around nothing.
She whined high and desperate, heels digging into my ass trying to pull me deeper, and I held exactly where I was and looked down at her and let her want it.
Before I could change my mind, I whispered something I had never asked of anyone. It was too personal.
“Let…let me choke you.”
Her eyes widened, a raw mix of fear and hunger twisting her expression, telling me everything I needed to know. She froze, lips parted on a silent gasp for one suspended heartbeat.
“Trust me, baby girl. I promise I’ll always keep you safe,” I whispered against her lips, kissing her softly.
That single nod sent something dark and possessive straight through me.
I slid my hand slowly up her body, fingers spreading over her collarbone before wrapping firmly around the slender column of her throat.
My thumb stroked the pulse rapidly beating against her soft skin, holding her there, letting her absorb the weight of my palm. Her pulse hammered against my thumb.
“Eyes on me, baby,” I said.
Then I tightened my fingers, enough to restrict, enough to narrow her entire world down to the pressure at her throat and the thick head of my cock still teasing her entrance. Not enough to hurt her—I’d never hurt her, not truly, not in any way she didn’t want—but enough to own her completely.
Her eyes rolled back before she dragged them to mine, glassy with arousal and half-undone, a soft, strangled sound escaping her lips as her body clenched hard around nothing. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink, her mouth falling open on a silent gasp she couldn’t fully voice.
I drove forward in one deep, claiming stroke and buried every inch inside her.
It was as if she were afraid that if she let go, whatever was happening between us would stop.
That undid me more than anything else could have.
I started to move, slow and deep at first—pulling almost all the way out before driving back in, the wet sound of our bodies filling the quiet room.
Every thrust forced another choked, desperate sound from her throat that my palm caught and held.
Her body trembled continuously beneath me as I drove harder, the grip on her neck keeping her exactly where I needed her, her eyes fighting to stay on mine through the haze of it.
“Look at you,” I murmured, lips brushing her ear while my hand stayed locked at her throat and my hips kept their relentless pace. “Taking me so beautifully while I choke every pretty sound right out of you.”
I loosened my grip for a few seconds and let her draw in a ragged, gasping breath, watching her chest heave with it. Then I tightened again, angled my hips, and drove directly into that perfect spot.
Her orgasm hit without warning.
Her body convulsed around me in powerful waves, gripping me so tight that my vision blurred at the edges.
My hand tightened around her as her arousal flooded around my shaft with every thrust I drove into her.
I fucked her through every spasm without slowing, chasing my own release while the dark satisfaction of having complete control over her—her body, her trust, every unguarded piece of herself she’d chosen to give me—flooded through my veins like an illicit drug.
When I finally released her throat, she sucked in air with a broken sob, my name a hoarse, undone cry from her lips.
I buried myself to the hilt one final time and came hard, my forehead dropping against hers while her body still trembled and clenched around me.
My breath came in ragged gasps. Everything I kept controlled and compartmentalized unraveled inside this woman, quietly and completely, as if I had already decided she was worth the cost.
I stayed buried deep, my body still heavy over hers, neither of us in any hurry to reclaim the distance.
My hand drifted back to her throat, gentle now, fingers tracing the reddened skin with a slowness that contradicted everything that had come before it. Her pulse still raced beneath my touch.
Our breathing mingled together the same way our bodies remained tangled—no urgency left, no edge, nothing demanding anything from either of us for just this one suspended moment.
“Such a brave girl,” I murmured against her lips, the words coming out quieter than intended, rougher at the edges. “My brave girl.”
I kissed her slowly and deeply—nothing urgent or claiming behind it this time. Just committing her to memory, some quiet part of me already knew that the world we lived in now made no promises about moments like this one.
But she was real. Warm and solid beneath me, her hands still resting against my back as if she had no plans to move them. And for right now, in this room, that was enough—more than enough. More than I knew what to do with.