Page 10 of The Devil's Price

And scream I do, my body racking with an orgasm so powerful it steals my breath.

I see stars, my vision blurring from the intensity of my orgasm. My body is convulsing, writhing in pleasure as waves of ecstasy wash over me. An overwhelming rush of intense pleasure floods my body, causing me to jolt and contort, my face twisted. My mouth is dry, my breath stolen by the force of my orgasm. Mylips part in a silent scream as I taste the salty sweat on my lips. My muscles contract and relax, aching with the intensity of my release. His hand is still inside me, pumping and thrusting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

I feel like I’m floating, suspended in a haze of blissful oblivion.

Finally, as my climax subsides, I slump against the wall, gasping for air. My heart races, thudding in my ears as my body trembles with post-orgasmic shudders. A satisfied grin spreads across Finn’s face as he pulls his hand away, his fingers glistening with my juices. He stands up, adjusting his pants to conceal the obvious bulge that strains against his trousers.

“Was that what you wanted?” he asks, a smirk playing on his lips.

I can only manage a nod, too spent to form words. My body is still tingling, sensitive in places I didn’t know existed.

“Good,” he says, caressing my cheek gently. “Because there’s more where that came from, and you’re going to need your strength.” Finn vanishes, and all I can do is lean against the wall. I hear water running, then I see him across the room sweeping up the glass. When he returns, he has a new glass of water and his hands are clean. The bulge in his pants is so obvious, and he hasn’t just left me standing here naked for no reason.

He stands in front of me for a moment as I gather myself. I’m still drunk, but the alcohol is beginning to fade. I keep my eyes on him as I walk to the bedroom, backing down the hallway into my sanctuary where I hope to God he finishes what he’s started.

He stalks me, leaving the bedroom door open, his shoes beside it. He sets the glass on the nightstand as I hover near the foot ofthe bed feeling awkward with my own moisture running down my thighs.

When he takes his pants off, his cock springs up. He’s huge—not nearly as thick as his fist, but huge. My eyes lock on it hungrily. I want him.

“Get on the bed.” It’s a command, and my toes curl at the authoritative edge in his voice. I do as he says, climbing up onto the bed, my back against the headboard and my knees bent.

Finn joins me on the bed, his body towering over mine. He grips my ankles, spreading them apart and sliding his fingers between my folds. “Look at me,” he growls, and I obey. His eyes are dark pools of lust and desire as he spreads my thighs and uses his firm grip to force me into a lying position.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.”

As he speaks, he rubs his massive erection against my still-sensitive clit, making me whimper again. He positions himself at my entrance, his tip teasingly brushing against my wet folds. My breath hitches in anticipation, my body aching for him to fill me up.

“Siobhan—”

“Sib,” I hiss, “call me Sib.” My hands reach for him and pull him down harder, but he resists plunging into me. The teasing is torture. I want more.

“Sib,” he corrects himself, leaning down to kiss me roughly. His tongue invades my mouth, his cock still teasing my entrance. “Beg me for it.” I moan into his mouth, unable to form coherent words as the need for him overwhelms me.

“I said beg me,” he growls, his grip on my thighs tightening. “Tell me you want my cock inside you.”

“Oh, God!” I cry out, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment, but the need for him too great to care. “I want it.”

“Say the words.” He’s dipping in now only an inch at a time, but I feel him pressing there, eager to take me.

“I want it. Your dick in me.”

“Say cock. Say you want my cock inside your goddamn pussy, woman.” His grip tightens, almost hurting me. It’s like he has a script in his head that if I don’t follow it, he can’t come or something. The edge to his tone frightens me, but I manage to whimper out an answer he’s pleased with.

“I want your fecking cock inside my body now.”

With a growl of approval, he slams his entire length into me in one swift, hard thrust. It nearly shatters me with the force. He’s thick and long, hitting my back wall, and even after being fisted, he doesn’t disappoint.

“Oh, fuck yes!” I cry out, gripping the sheets as he starts to move, hips rocking in a primal rhythm. It's like he's both punishing me and worshiping me at the same time. His eyes are locked on mine, his jaw clenched and veins popping out of his neck. His face is a mask of concentration.

He thrusts into me like he’s trying to split me in half—and I don’t care. I want more of him. Harder, faster, deeper. I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him on as the cold air from the open window teases my overheated skin.

“Finn,” I moan, my climax building again. “Fuck me!”

“Sib,” he grunts, and it sends me over the edge again. My second orgasm is even more intense than the first, my muscles clenching around him as I cry out his name.

It’s like falling from the highest peak of a mountain, the rush of adrenaline and release of pent-up energy overwhelming and all-consuming. Every muscle in my body tightens and coils around him, grasping for more as I cry out his name like a prayer to the gods. It’s a moment of pure pleasure and surrender, a symphony of sensations that leaves me breathless and exhilarated.

Finn doesn’t stop, though. He keeps pounding into me, his own climax building. His breaths are ragged, his eyes wild as he stares down at me. “I’m gonna…” He growls, and that's all the warning I get before he explodes inside me, his hot seed filling me up. His shaft pulses with release, his hips pumping slower and slower.

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