Page 37 of The Succubus's Song

“What your sister said…about…ever since…the incident…” Finley’s voice was cautious. Mara sighed deeply and found herself nodding slowly, unable to keep the truth from him.

“I haven’t slept with anyone since he died. It didn’t feel right,” Mara whispered, her eyes fluttering closed as a few tears fell.

Mara’s chest seized as Finley leaned down and kissed away her tears, his thumb continuing its gentle ministrations against her cheek.

“Whatever you want…anything…”

“I want you, Finley…” Mara murmured her assent, nodding and feeling her body rise to meet his. She always felt a little too wild, a little too on the edge, but pressed underneath Finley’s weight, she was free.

They made quick work of their clothing, Mara falling back onto the bedspread and drinking in the sight of Finley. Every inch of him was intentional, each muscle carved from practice. She thought he looked like a work of art.

A rush of arousal ran through Mara at the sight of Finley’s erection, and she canted her hips up to meet him. She buried her head in the crook of his neck and inhaled, taking in his scent.

It drove her wild, and her body trembled in anticipation. Her senses started to heighten as his proximity awakened her bloodlust.

Finley laid more of his weight on top of her, and Mara practically preened, bowing her back to embrace it.

“Finley,” Mara whined as she felt him poised at her entrance.

“Tell me you want me again,” Finley murmured, kissing Mara fiercely.

“I want you,” Mara repeated, bucking her hips to try and get him inside of her.

“Patience,” Finley said, trailing his lips across her skin.

“Fuck off,” Mara snapped in return, choosing that exact moment to sink her teeth into Finley’s neck. She mewled in pleasure as his blood flooded her body, and Finley let out a sharp shout in response.

He thrust forward and sheathed himself entirely inside of Mara in one thrust. Mara was torn between two warring sensations—the sweet taste of Finley and the pleasant ache of him between her legs.

“Are you okay?” Finley’s entire body was tense. Mara could see he was sweating with the effort to hold still while he checked in on her.

“Yes, yes, god, yes,” Mara whined before sinking her fangs deeper. Finley groaned and started thrusting, slowly at first, and then picking up the pace until Mara’s hips were rocking against him.

They were caught in an exquisite rhythm of heat, skin, and blood—and Mara was happy to die in that moment. He timed his strokes to every drink she pulled from his throat, bombarding her with a pleasure she’d never known.

Her nerves were rattled as even her supernatural senses struggled to keep up with Finley’s taste and cock sending rippling sensations through her.

Sweat and blood dripped down Mara’s throat as she finally pulled off Finley with a high-pitched moan.

“Come on, Mara,” he encouraged, wrapping a hand around her thigh and hiking her leg higher. He fucked her with rolling thrusts, going deeper than before, hitting spots in Mara that made her see stars.

“I’m close,” she whimpered, letting her head fall back as she clung onto Finley.

“I want it all. Give it to me,” Finley grunted before leaning down and licking a hot stripe up Mara’s throat, tasting himself mixed with her sweat.

It sent Mara hurtling over the edge with a scream, her body shaking as she surrendered to the white-hot pleasure that singed her veins.

Finley’s pace turned erratic, and then he was over the edge, coming with a shout as he collapsed on top of Mara.

They lay there in silence, trying to catch their breaths. Mara whimpered as Finley pulled out of her, moving to the side and pulling her to his chest in one fluid movement.

Neither of them said anything as they drifted off to sleep.

Nothing needed to be said.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Mara spent the next morning waiting for the shoe to drop—but it never did. There was no awkwardness, no half-hearted conversations, or quick exits. She found that it was dangerously easy to fall into a rhythm with Finley.

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