Page 89 of Rupture

His hand slid lower, from the plane of her stomach to the throbbing ache between her thighs that only he could satisfy.

She raised one leg, and the rigid length of his cock nudged her slick flesh. A promise of what was to come.

His fingers dipped between her folds, finding her drenched. He groaned against her ear. “So fucking wet. All for me.”

Yes.

He thrust into her from behind, a raw, shuddering exhale puffing over her skin.

A hiss of pleasure sang from her lips as her body accommodated the stretch of his thickness. He withdrew slowly, almost all the way, before pressing forward again. She clenched around him, panting, needing more.

His grip tightened on her hip, fingers branding her as heset the pace. Their bodies locked in rhythm, flesh against flesh. Nothing else existed—just the two of them, moving as one, lost in heat and lust.

His hand slid lower, fingers seeking and finding her slick bud, circling it with skilled strokes. A slow, knowing caress sent fire licking through her veins, pleasure blooming where he filled her so completely.

He shifted, his teeth grazing her shoulder before his cock plunged deeper.

Liquid heat flooded through her, a tidal wave of sensation building, coiling tight in her belly, racing through her nerves.

Too much.

Her orgasm hit, white fire in her vision, his name on her lips. “Finn.”

His grip on her hip hardened. His cock was impossibly heavy lodged inside her, dragging against every nerve, milking every pulse of pleasure from her trembling body.

A final thrust.

His groan was throaty, uninhibited, as his own release overtook him. The deep throb of his pleasure spilling seed inside her.

Slowly, his fingers loosened, his breath warm against her shoulder, his body slack against hers in the aftermath. The room slowly sharpened back into focus, reality a distant echo beyond the haze of him.

He kissed the top of her head as she reached around, locking her fingers with his.

Silence stretched between them.

His fingers tightened around hers before he shifted, propping himself up on one elbow to look at her as she rolled onto her back. The movement disturbed the gauzymosquito netting, sending ripples through the translucent barrier that wrapped around them like silk.

Outside, beyond their sheltered world, a bird’s harsh cry grew muffled and distant.

Rose reached up, traced her fingers along his cheek. “I’ve spent years hiding in research, using it as an excuse.” The words came easier in the soft morning light, with his skin still warm against hers. “After what happened with Thea, I convinced myself I was better off focusing on my work. That way, no one could hurt me like she did.”

He caught her hand, pressed his lips to her palm. “And now?”

“Now I feel like I’m finally surfacing.” She held his gaze, letting him see the truth of it. “You make me feel alive, Finn.”

His expression softened, but a dent formed between his eyes. “My past?—”

“Doesn’t define you.”

A harsh sigh blew out his cheeks. “I could stay like this forever. Just you and me.” His thumb pressed against her palm. “I want...” He trailed off, his gaze traveling over her face. He brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. “There’s this spot I know, up in the hills, near where I grew up in Wales. In spring, wildflowers carpet everything. When the sun hits them just right, they look like they’re on fire.”

The image grew in her mind. Herself there with him, surrounded by color and light, so far from gray labs and endless data that had been her refuge.

“I keep thinking about taking you there.” His voice dropped. “I have a glider.” Now a smile lit his face. “The first thermal hits and suddenly you’re soaring. Everything below gets small enough to fit into your palm. Houses like toy blocks, roads like ribbons. The wind wraps around you andit’s...” He closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them again, they were the color of the sky. “It’s like being untouchable. Free. Nothing exists except cloud and wind and the earth turning beneath you.”

His words painted art and something wild and wanting stirred inside her.

“Up there,” he continued, “all the darkness, all the weight—it falls away. You can’t help but feel light.” His fingers skated over her cheek. “I want to see you like that. Weightless. Glowing. It’s nothing more than you deserve.”

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