Chapter 9 Fire
KARA’S POV
After a kiss that does not rush, it builds a slow and deliberate fire, like the tide pulling us under. His lips move against mine with a tenderness that surprises me, tasting of salt from the sea air and the faint bitterness of that shot we shared. My hands find their way to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, not pushing away but holding on, as if letting go would mean sinking into the chaos of the party around us. He pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and searching in the glow of the string lights.
“Kara,“ He murmurs, my name sounding like a secret on his tongue.
Before I can respond, his hand slides up my back, fingers tracing the line of my spine through my thin dress, sending shivers racing across my skin. The music fades into a distant hum as the crowd's laughter blurs into white noise.
All I feel is him, his warmth, and his breath mingling with mine.
“We should go, “He says, voice low and rough, not a question but an invitation.
I nod, words failing me, and he takes my hand, leading me away from the bonfire's flicker, through the shifting sands, and past bodies swaying to the rhythm. The car ride back is a haze of stolen glances and his hand resting on my thigh, thumb brushing circles that make my pulse quicken.
We don't speak much on the drive to his place. I realize, when the car pulls up to a secluded driveway overlooking the waves, that he owns a beach house. The door barely closes behind us before he's on me again, pressing me against the wall in the entryway. His mouth claims mine hungrily this time, tongues tangling as his hands roam, one cupping my face, the other sliding down to grip my ass, pulling me flush against him. I feel the hard length of his cock straining against his pants, pressing into my belly, and a rush of heat floods between my legs.
“Sir—“ I gasp when we break apart, but he silences me with another kiss, deeper, more demanding.
“Call me Finnian, “ He breathes against my neck, lips trailing fire along my collarbone.
His fingers find the zipper of my dress, tugging it down slowly, exposing my skin to the cool air of the house. The fabric pools at my feet, leaving me in just my lace bra and panties, vulnerable under his gaze.
He steps back, eyes raking over me like he's memorizing every curve.
“Beautiful, “ he whispers, and then he's lifting me effortlessly, carrying me down the hall to the bedroom.
The room is dimly lit by moonlight spilling through the windows, the bed a king-sized expanse of white sheets that look impossibly inviting. He lays me down gently, but there's nothing gentle about the way he sheds his clothes. Shirt unbuttoned and tossed aside, revealing a toned chest full of tattoos, pants kicked off as his cock springs free, thick and veined, and is already leaking pre-cum at the tip.
I swallow hard, my body aching with need as he climbs onto the bed, hovering over me. His hands are everywhere. Unclasping my bra, freeing my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they pebble under his touch. He leans down, taking one into his mouth, sucking hard while his tongue flicks the sensitive bud. I arch into him, a moan escaping my lips as my fingers thread through his hair.
“God, Kara, you taste so good, “ he growls, switching to the other breast, nipping lightly before soothing with his tongue.
His hand drifts lower, slipping beneath my panties, fingers parting my folds to find me slick and ready. He groans against my skin as he circles my clit, slow at first, then faster, building the pressure until I'm writhing beneath him.
“Please, “ I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for, but he knows.
He hooks his fingers into my panties and yanks them down, tossing them aside. Spreading my thighs wide, he settles between them as his cock nudges at my entrance.
“Tell me you want this, “ he says, eyes locked on mine as his tip teases my pussy lips.
Without hesitation, I answered.
“I want you, “ I breathe, and that's all he needs.
He thrusts in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me around his girth. It's a delicious burn, filling me, and I cry out as he bottoms out, his precious balls pressing against my ass. He stills for a moment, letting me adjust, his forehead resting against mine, as breaths coming in ragged pants.
Then he starts to move, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, setting a rhythm that's deep and unrelenting. The bed creaks under us, the sound mixing with the wet slap of skin on skin, and my moans growing louder with each thrust.
“Ahhhhh...Urghhhhh....Ahhhhh! “ I moan loudly.
His hands grip my hips, angling me to hit that spot inside that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
“Fuck, you're so tight,“ he grunts, pace quickening, and sweat glistening on his skin.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and my nails dig into his back. The tension coils tighter in my core, building toward release as he pounds into me. His cock is dragging along my walls and hitting my clit with every grind of his hips.
“Come for me, Kara, “ he commands, one hand slipping between us to rub my clit in firm circles.
It's too much.
The fullness, the friction, and the intensity in his eyes, and I shatter as my pussy clenches around him in waves of pleasure, crying out his name as orgasm rips through me.
“Finnian!... Sir! Ahhhhhh! Urgghhhhh! “ I moan.
“Ahhhhh...Urgghhhh....Ahhhhh... “ he replies with a loud and sexy moan.
He follows seconds later, thrusting erratically before burying himself deep, cock pulsing as he spills inside me, and hot cum flooding my depths. We collapse together, tangled and spent, as his weight comforts a press as our breathing slows. His lips brush my temple in a soft kiss, and for the first time tonight, the silence feels like peace.