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“Finn…?”
I hushed her, moving so my knees rested on either side of her hips. “Try to relax,” I said, coating my hands with the oil. The scents of lavender and honeysuckle filled the room, and her muscles uncoiled beneath me.
She sighed as I worked the oil into her back, pressing and kneading and rubbing out the knots under her skin. Within a few moments, the tension in her buttocks and neck all but vanished, and her breathing evened out. After an hour more she had all but become one with the bed.
The knots were still there, but not as pronounced, and her pulse had slowed back into its normal rhythm. Her skin was still cool to the touch, but not near frozen as it was before. I couldn’t tell if she was still awake.
I leaned in and laid a kiss against the back of her neck, breathing in her sweet earthy scent mixed with the heady aroma of the oil still clinging to her. She shivered, and the motion reverberated down her body, awakening my senses.
She turned beneath me, flipping over so we were face to face. Her eyes were sultry and sleepy, and her hair was a mess, bunched up atop her head like a bird’s nest. I couldn’t help the smile twitching at the corner of my mouth.
“How do you feel?” I asked her.
“Better,” she whispered, trailing a finger up the length of my torso, setting my nerve-endings ablaze. Her path stopped where the thin cloth of the tunic met the dip in my throat and it looked as though something had occurred to her because she licked her lips and swallowed, and her heartbeat quickened.
The smell of her desire flooded my senses all at once and her eyes lit like sapphires in the dark. “Make love to me,” she said.
As if she already sensed my answer—and she probably had—her hand curled into my tunic and pulled me down, pressing her lips to mine. I deepened the kiss, sensing just how close to the edge she was. She walked the thin line between her desire to have me—to escape reality, and to give in to the torment I aimed to wash from her mind.
I pressed my hand to her chest, my fingers curling around her ribcage. Her skin incredibly soft against my calloused palm. The other I curled deep into the satiny strands of her hair, drawing her closer still—thinking there was no measure of closeness that would ever be enough. I’d hold her with me always. Keep her safe and warm and smiling for as long as I could.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Liana
He touched me like I was the most precious thing in the world. A rare and fragile gem he was honored to hold. His hands were firm, but gentle where they squeezed and kneaded in my hair and on my skin. I reached down to unfasten his trousers, and he lifted his head. The sight of his dark hair, his eyes glinting in the sliver of moonlight lighting my bedchamber had an ache spreading deep in my belly and between my legs.
The moment I unhooked the final button, he yanked them down to his ankles and kicked them free. His cock pulsed, and his eyes lit with glowing desire. But he made no move to enter me, settling down slowly and purposefully between my thighs.
It coaxed the fire I’d missed the past couple of days back to life, flickering within my core, sending warmth to my extremities.
Finn’s gaze roved over me, admiring and appreciating every inch of my flesh. His breathing quickened, and his wings grew taught with anticipation. I reached a tentative hand up, running a finger down the inside of the web-like limb. He gasped, his eyes closing against the sensation.
“Gods,Liana…”
“Does it feel good?”
He gritted his teeth, “You have no idea.”
“What about this,” I asked, reaching down between my legs to take hold of his cock in my hand, rubbing it at the same time as I caressed his wing. He spasmed at the dual sensation, almost convulsing as I wound the bead of wetness at the tip of his length around the whole head, stroking the spot just below the tip.
My own wetness grew, dampening my thighs. Itachedto be sated.
He groaned, and my back arched as his cock brushed my opening. He jerked at the contact, his eyes opening to reveal a blaze of gold searing down into me. Finn.
MyFinn.
My core tightened at the exquisite span of his wings as they caught the moonlight, the expanse of his broad shoulders tapering down to the slender, definedthrustof his hips as my hand fell away and he penetrated me. All the breath ran from my lungs at the satiating pressure of him inside me, awakening my senses, setting my mind on fire—erasing every dark, numbing thought and replacing them with only one. Him.
I cried out, and he eased back, his body tensing. I tore the tunic from his torso with clawed hands, needing to see him—all of him. Feel the power of the muscle flexing under the surface of his skin with each deliberate movement of our bodies as they worked in tandem. My hips moving of their own accord, deepening his steady movements.
The quickening came hard and swift, building to a precipice, leaving me staring down in wonder at the steep drop, aching to fall over it and tumble headlong down, down, until there wasn’t a sane thought left in my mind.
He kissed me again, and it was frantic, the press of his lips hard as he pushed into me, climbing his own cliff. On the cusp of his own release. He moaned against my lips and I melted at the rawness of the feelings crashing through me, over me, like a tide dragging me out to sea—only I didn’t fight against it, I reached for it, begging it, take me,take me!
Our bodies tightened against each other, locking together like a door in a frame, and we came together, falling over the edge in a tumultuous roar of hot breaths, howling moans, and fingertips burrowed into unyielding muscle.
Chapter Twenty-Three
