Page 49 of Heir of the Autumn Queen

“Gods, you’re perfect,” he tells me with a lazy smile before standing and picking me up, our naked bodies pressed up against each other. He lays me back down on the bed, but before he kisses me again he tells me,“I take a tonic every month.”

“Me too,” I say, referring to the contraceptive brew that prevents pregnancy that’s available in many healer’s shops. Not that I’ve ever needed it until right now, but Briar convinced me to start taking it ages ago, and I’ve never been more grateful for her meddling than in this moment.

“You’re sure?” Finn’s brows furrow as he searches my eyes.

“Yes.” I reach up and run my thumb along the scar on his right brow. There’s not a doubt in my mind that I am ready for this, and I can’t imagine my first time being with anyone but him.

He kisses me once more before making his way down my body, kissing everywhere until his face is between my thick thighs. My eyes flutter closed as he licks up my slit, a breathy moan escaping my mouth.

Faide take me. No wonder Briar was always pestering me about getting laid.

Finn swirls his tongue around the most sensitive part of me before adding a finger inside me, curling it up as his tongue works its magic.“Gods, you taste good.”

Heat is already building in my core as Finn continues to whisper filthy affirmations. I writhe and pant as he finds the perfect rhythm, staring up at the ceiling as my vision goes blurry from bliss. He hums thoughtfully against my core, the vibrations adding another layer of pleasure to my sensitive skin. He mumbles something I can't understand, drawing my eyes down until our gazes lock. He looks ravenous, determined, like I'm a prize, and he considers himself lucky to be the winner.

“That's it, drangáli. Come for me.” His words coax a moan out of me, and I come undone moments later. My vision goes black as Finn draws wave after wave of pleasure out of me. His strokes become more languid, easing me down from my high.

I don’t remember how he got there, but Finn hovers over me now, nipping at my neck.“You’re a sorcerer,” I breathe. Finn chuckles, and I reach down to feel him, still hot and impossibly hard between my thighs. My breath hitches as I wrap my hand around him, learning as I go. He groans as I guide him closer to my wet entrance, running the tip of his length up and down my slit.

“Please,” I implore him, needing to feel him inside me, needing to connect with him in this way.

“Drangáli—” he starts to argue, but I cut him off.

“Don’t even think about trying to be all noble and selfless again,” I grit out.

He nods against my neck.“Please tell me if I hurt you.” He presses himself into my wetness, a few inches at a time. I inhale sharply as I feel a sudden pinching sensation, and Finn stills immediately.

“I’m okay.” I wrap my arms around his neck and bring my hips up to his in encouragement. He presses into me further, slowly stretching and filling me until we’re completely connected.

“Good?” he asks breathlessly, continuing to consider my needs before his own.

“Yes,” I tell him. The stinging feeling curbs as he slides out of me partly before lowering himself back in, the sensation so extraordinary that I have to stifle a cry. He moves out and in again, just as he had done with his fingers, until we find a steady rhythm, moving together as one.

Finn moves slowly, savoring every moment, every thrust that brings us together over and over again. “Gods, you feel so good. Where have you been all my life?”

His words embolden me to explore his body a bit more. I reach up and run my fingers gently across his velvety wing, and he shudders, groaning in a way that almost sounds painful. “Sorry,” I apologize, moving my hands away.

“Don't be,” he breathes, kissing me hard. “It feels incredible.”

I smile against his mouth and do it again, drawing another groan out of him. “Like that?” I ask, loving that I have the power to evoke such a visceral response from him.

He runs his fingers down my side lightly, tickling my ribs and making me squirm beneath him. “It feels like that, but a thousand times more intense.”

My eyes widen slightly. “Oh.”

He hums thoughtfully, moving his mouth down to kiss my neck, making my mind go blank as he rocks into me, increasing his pace. “I've wanted you from the moment I saw you.” He grabs my leg and angles my hips, palming my ass possessively as he hits a spot deep inside me that makes me see stars.

“Me too,” I admit, his words making me feel so desirable, so worthy of love. Heat builds in my lower stomach, signaling another imminent release, as Finn’s thrusts grow more erratic. I moan as a wave of pleasure unexpectedly crashes over me, and Finn follows me into his own release, pumping into me as his control slips. Our eyes remain locked the entire time, making our mutual climax much more powerful, like we’re staring into each other’s souls while our bodies become one. Our pleasure dissipates, but we continue staring at each other, still connected as our chests heave as we come down from the height of pleasure.

Eventually, he pulls out of me gently, but stays close, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly. I’m suddenly emotional, overwhelmed by the sheer force of the moment we just shared together. I wipe an escaped tear off my cheek, and Finn notices immediately. He lifts his head and looks into my eyes with concern, but I remain on my back, looking up at the ceiling.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, brushing away some hair that’s stuck to my glistening face.

“No, no.” I sniffle.“I’m just happy.”

He smiles at me hugely and places a delicate kiss on the tip of my nose.“Me too.”

A thought occurs to me, and my cheeks flush yet again.“Was it…”

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