Page 55 of Dublin Charmer
In one fluid motion, Finn sweeps me off my feet and carries me toward his bed, a luxurious expanse covered with dark blankets. He lays me down and then shifts to the end of the bed. His fingers encircle my ankles and then slide up the inside of my calves. The heat of his touch inches its way up my tender flesh.
It’s intimate and sends a wave of tingles across my flesh.
When he reaches my knees, he presses my legs open wider and stares at my core unabashed. “Och, look how beautifully ye weep for me.”
I swallow, my mouth flooded as desire and impatience war within.
Finn’s gaze is heavy with desire. It roams over my naked body spread out on his bed like an offering. His eyes linger on every curve, every valley, as if committing them to memory. There’s something primal in his stare, a hunger that sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
He lowers himself onto the bed, the heat of his body washing over me, as his lips claim my mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue dances with mine, a teasing preview of what’s to come. I can taste his desire, feel it in the way his body presses against mine, hard and insistent.
He breaks the connection and trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, and down to my breasts. There’s no rush. He takes his time, lavishing each nipple with attention, his tongue swirling before sucking the tight bud into his mouth.
I arch into him, a gasp escaping my lips as pleasure shoots through me.
“Like that, do ye?” Finn murmurs against my skin, his voice thick with lust, a low rumble that vibrates through me. I can only nod, my breath coming in short pants as he continues his exploration of my body.
His mouth moves lower, kissing every inch of skin as if it were sacred ground. I squirm beneath him, impatient for more, but he takes his time, building the anticipation until I’m a writhing mess of need.
When he finally settles between my legs, his broad shoulders pushing my thighs apart, I’m already on the edge. He looks up atme, his eyes dark with desire, a wicked grin playing on his lips. “Ye’ve neglected yer needs too long, baby. It seems I’ve got my work cut out for me.”
I chuckle. “Oh? And what does that look like?”
Like a purring cat, he brushes his cheek against the inside of my thigh, the stubble of his jaw tickling my sensitive flesh. “Doesn’t matter what it looks like—it’s what it feels like that’s important.”
The heat of his breath warms my core, and it sends a shiver of anticipation through me. He lowers his head, his tongue parting my folds with a long, slow lick. I cry out at the first touch and then he drops his head and takes me with his mouth.
He’s not gentle, not tentative.
He devours me, his tongue licking and sucking, his teeth nibbling and teasing.
My hands fist in his hair, holding him to me as I flex my hips and grind against his mouth. Pleasure coils in my belly, tight and hot, threatening to explode at any moment. Finn seems to sense it, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding.
“Finn,” I gasp, his name a plea on my lips.
He looks up at me, his mouth glistening with my arousal. “I fucking love hearing my name on yer lips. I want to hear it when I make ye come, baby. All our bedrooms are soundproof, so don’t hold back.”
With our gazes locked, he slides two long fingers inside me and thrusts. “Come for me, Emilia. Come hard and scream my name.”
He drops his mouth, claims my clit, and sends me spiraling over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me, waves of pleasure pulsing through my body as I cry out his name.
Finn doesn’t stop, continuing to devour me through my orgasm, drawing out every drop of pleasure. When the waves finally subside, I’m left panting and boneless.
Apparently satisfied that he has reduced me to a heaving heap, my skin slick with sweat, he climbs up my body. Hovering over me, he wipes his palm over his mouth, and then claims my lips in a slow, languid kiss. I taste the musky tang of my release on him, and it sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through me.
He pulls back, his eyes searching mine. “Yer incredible.”
I smile up at him, my heart still pounding in my chest. “You’re not so bad yourself. I see why they call you the Dublin Charmer. But just for curiosity’s sake, how many of Dublin’s women did you have to devour like that to get that as your name? And are your brother’s jealous, because I think you won the fangirl moniker competition?”
He chuckles, the sound low and sexy. “I dunno. It puts a lot of pressure on me to live up to my name.”
I smile. “I think you did all right.”
“Did? Och, no, luv. There’s no past-tense. I’m just getting started.”
His eyes darken with promise as he leans down to kiss me again. I have no idea what it is between the two of us, but our chemistry is explosive. And if we burn hot and burn out, it’ll be one hell of a ride to get to the end.
“Tell me you’ve got an entire drawer full of condoms.”
