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Scarlett
I stood at the balcony, the wind lifting my hair gently as I looked down at the scene below. For once, there was no blood in the soil. No screams echoing through the trees. Just quiet. Just peace.
Behind me, I heard soft footsteps, and I didn’t need to turn to know it was Finn.
“It’s been a month,” he said quietly, coming to stand beside me.
“Yes,” I murmured. “One month since everything changed.”
He leaned forward, resting his arms on the stone railing. “It feels like a lifetime.”
“Yes, I feel like that too,” I replied, turning around to face him.
I swallowed, taking in Finn’s handsome face. My mate, my beloved, the only one who could love me forever without flaws.
“Finn,” I called his name gently. “I miss you.”
“Hmmm,” he said, touching my face gently. “I miss you more than you can imagine.”
Finn had been mourning his sister’s death.
“She was so young,” he whispered, shifting the topic. “I never even got to protect her.”
“You did,” I said softly. “You survived. You lived. And now you lead.”
“You really think so?”
“I know so, honey,” I replied, kissing him softly on his lips.
A low moan escaped me as he gently grabbed the back of my head before deep-kissing me.
His hand roamed my body, and I could feel myself responding to his touch. I missed him. I craved him. Every part of my body screamed for his touch.
“Hmm,” I moaned as Finn withdrew his lips. Our eyes locked together. I could see myself in his eyes, the lust swimming there. Without hesitation, Finn lifted me up.
“Where are you taking me to?” I asked.
“Our room,” he responded. “I miss every part of you.”
I blushed as he walked as fast as he could. Immediately we reached our room, he attacked my lips, pinning me on the wall.
“Finn,” I moaned, but every one of my moans was swallowed by him.
My body shook violently as he deep-kissed me, exploring every inch of the corner of my mouth. Our kiss got heated and passionate. In the blink of an eye, my dress was ripped off.
“Mine,” he growled, kissing and licking the corner of my neck.
He gently pushed me to the bed. I moaned as he trailed his hot, wet tongue on my body and down to my boobs.
“These are mine,” he howled possessively. I had never seen him like this before. I could have thought he was in heat if he were a female.
“Ah,” I let out a pleasured scream as he began sucking me. His other hand roamed my body before grabbing my other boob, twisting gently on my nipples.
“Yes,” I moaned. “I love it.”
My moans filled the room as he pleasured me with his tongue.
“Finn. Ah.” His hand moved down to my core, rubbing it. His fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, igniting a fire within me.
My breath hitched, my body arching into his touch. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and anticipation that left me craving more.
He pushed his finger inside my hole, making me scream louder.
“Ah!” I cried out as his finger delved deeper, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through me.
My body trembled, my muscles tightening around him as he moved with purpose. Each stroke ignited a fire within me, my desire building.
“Urgghh!” I screamed. “I’m coming.”
“You won’t come before I ask you to,” he said, his husky, seductive voice adding more to my pleasure.
I let out a breath as he withdrew his finger from me.
“Why?” I asked, frustrated.
He didn’t answer me. He simply ignored me. I trembled as he began licking me and down to my wet hole. He sniffed it.
“This smells nice,” he moaned before having a taste of me. He moved his tongue around my hole, adding to my needs.
His tongue explored me with an intensity that left me breathless. Each flick sent shivers through my body, my desire growing uncontrollably.
I gripped the sheets, trying to hold back, but his touch was relentless, pushing me closer to the edge.
“Ahh,” I screamed louder as he thrust his tongue inside me.
My body quivered as his tongue delved deeper, exploring me with an intensity that drove me wild. My moans grew louder, my hips moving in rhythm with his every stroke.
The pleasure was overwhelming, my release imminent, yet he kept me on edge, prolonging my ecstasy.
“Finn,” I cried out his name as waves of pleasure crashed over me, my body trembling with the force of my release.
He didn’t stop, his relentless pace pushing me higher, until I was a trembling, breathless mess.
“You can cum now,” he said. With a fast thrust, I came, cumming all over his tongue.
“Hmm,” he moaned. “You taste good.” I shivered as Finn licked all my juices. I watched him as he began undressing himself.
“You love what you see?” he asked with a sneer.
“Yes,” I confessed. “You’re perfect.”
He was a bit taken aback by my confession. He thought I would shy away like I always do, but should I do that when he is my husband?
He grabbed my legs, parted them widely before gently placing himself at my entrance.
“I’m going in,” he announced.
I was dripping wet. Finn easily thrusted inside me.
I moaned loudly as he began to go faster, shoving himself deeper inside me. He gripped my hips tightly, his movements becoming more urgent as our bodies collided with increasing intensity.
Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, my moans growing louder and more desperate.
“Aha,” I let out a scream as he turned me around before claiming me from behind.
His grip tightened as he drove into me with unrelenting force, his breath hot against my neck.
The room filled with the sounds of our passion, my cries echoing as pleasure built within me.
“Mine,” he roared, fucking me faster, deeper, and harder.
“Ha. Ha. Yes. Just like that.”
Our skin slapping and moans filled the room as he took me over and over again, burying his seed deep inside me.
“Allow me to rest, darling,” I whispered, feeling exhausted by now.
“Just a little,” he moaned, thrusting faster. “A little bit more.”
My boobs bounced with each powerful thrust from him. I could feel him.
His body trembling. “I’m coming,” he howled. I trembled as Finn bit down on my neck with his fangs, marking me. “You’re mine.”
The sensation of his fangs sinking into my skin heightened my pleasure, sending shivers down my spine.
My body trembled as he reached his peak, his grip tightening possessively.
We collapsed together, breathless and sated, our hearts racing in unison.