Maya
I never expected to enjoy being touched by a man, but Finn commits and kisses me in a way that makes me question life. He caresses me and breathes life into my heart with his lips. My entire body is going down in flames and wanting, no, needing, more of this embrace, more of his beautiful, gentle soul.
His tongue darts into my mouth, and I lose the ability to think, lost in the moment. I see stars and drown in his arms. His lips are addictive, and he tastes like lust, desire, and a hint of excitement.
Much too soon, Finn breaks our earth-shattering kiss with me still in his lap. He is breathing heavily, letting his warm breath catch onto my delicate skin. "Are you alright?"
I meet his concerned eyes, smiling. "Kiss me again."
Shock settles over his features, and the much-too-beautiful man searches my face as though seeking a confirmation that I want him. Whatever he sees must tell him that I stand by my words because he dips in and kisses me again.
Yes, give me more of that!
Blood rushes hot and heavy from my heart to my other body part until I'm warm and experiencing flutters. How on earth have I lived so long without being loved and touched like this?
Finn is tracing his hands over my body ever so slowly as if scared to chase me away by going too fast. His pulse is drumming, quick and visible beneath the russet skin of his throat. It takes every ounce of willpower not to lick that spot, suck on his strong neck, and leave a mark to claim him. I want to make Finn mine. Only mine.
I might have hit my head and gone insane because right now, Finn, the tall and muscular fairy, is all that I want.
"Your tits are so beautiful," Finn's eyes traveler further south, and his lips quirk into a seductive grin. "Are they sensitive?"
A quiet, desperate noise escapes my lips when Finn's hands travel under my tattered dress. His palms are so large, cupping my small breasts with ease before he drifts to my stomach. A hum in my ear, and my breaths are coming in choppy pants.
But despite my cluttered mind, I know what I want. "I want you."
Finn breathes a laugh against my skin, sounding so sexy it's physically painful listening to his deep voice. "Do you think you could take me? I doubt you've had anyone as big as me."
"Yes!" I breathe.
"Are you sure?"
I'm losing control, and I love it. Finn got me in his lap with his cock twitching and begging for attention. It's enormous, big, veiny, and beautiful—I'm shaking from the anticipation of wanting him.
"I can take it." With genuine desire, I'm groping his broad shoulders, loving his hardened muscles and bulging biceps. I clench my hands or at least try to before parting my lips. "Please. I need you deep inside of me."
Finn releases a needy groan as if not having me is a source of pain. He shifts beneath me, not seeming to care about the extra weight as he adjusts his cock to press into my opening.
My eyes roll into the back of my head. "Oh-my-god..."
Finn kisses me, then leans back to tease me in his deep, silky tone that drives me nuts. "You're so wet for me, Maya—I didn't think you liked me."
Ignoring him, I let the tip of his cock slide into me and moan at how it's lovely and painful at the same time. Finn is stretching and threatening to break me, but I want him so badly—I grab onto his shoulders and bend my neck, crying out as I take all of him.
It feels fantastic—I rock my hips with my eyes closed, moaning as my palms glide over his fat, thick pectoral muscles. Finn is all rippling muscle, smooth and toned, and he shivers as I worship his body, loving it as much as I do.
I find his nipple, and Finn stops breathing. The sensitive nub of his nipple beneath my thumb turns me on so much—I try to hold myself back from moaning. But it's getting to the fairy too. I'm shaking in his lap, and those minor tremors within him are growing stronger.
I dip my head and suck it hard.
Finn produces a choked cry and rolls his hips, lifting his ass off the ground to fuck me deeper, harder. My mouth loses its grip around the nub of his nipple as Finn hoists me up into the air. His scent and striking heat wrap me up, so close and intense it gives me shivers.
Giant palms cover my butt, and then I'm riding Finn while he is standing and struggling not to his head against the ceiling. Oh-my-god. My lids flutter, and I want to close my eyes, but I can't, afraid of missing any second of this beautiful man taking me.
My dress is somewhere on the floor, and Finn is exposed to my naked eye, strong and beautiful and honed like a weapon. His speed increases, and I want to cry. By the time he is kissing me again, I'm shaking in his arms. I arch my back, moan, and seconds later, I can no longer fight the pleasure from overwhelming me.
"I'm coming!" My lips part in desperation, bliss—I can't tell the difference anymore. All I know is that I'm a jerking, shivering mess. "So close!"
Finn makes a guttural sound. His breath is a thick, raspy sound, and his enormous hands squeeze my butt before he pounds into me harder. I have this inkling telling me he wasn't anywhere close, but the sound of me hitting my climax probably got to him—we both come undone.
With a smile on his face, Finn flops down on the ground. I'm still in his arms and laugh when he squeezes me to his chest and kisses my face like a lovesick puppy.
I squirm on top of him, grimacing at his wet smooches. Finn grins up at me, then lets his eyes travel to my hands. I'm straddling him like a horse with my palms placed on his pectoral muscles, making my hands look like tiny toys in comparison.
"You ready for round two?" Finn asks jokingly.
"Shut up."
Finn chuckles, and I rest my head on his chest, liking the heat coming from his vast body. The cement floor is cold and not very comfortable—if I fall asleep on top of Finn, I think I would grow addicted.
"You so warm..." I dig my face into his skin and hug him, not caring if the action is something lovers would do. "I think I could die happy here."
Finn moves his arm to my back, and I shiver when he caresses me. He is so gentle I forget about him being a man-eating fairy. I can't be afraid of someone so tender and lovely.
"I don't do what you humans call love," Finn says in a saddened voice and pulls me higher up his body. "But I've felt a connection to you from the first time I looked at you."
My heart leaps. "I like you too, but you're not staying in my world, and Arvin hasn't rejected me yet, and therefore, I'm not sure if I can be with someone else."
"Of course you can." Finn meets my eyes with appreciation glowing in his beautiful, light blue irises. "If he wants to suffer while you're off making love to someone else, then that's on him. Arvin is a terrible person, either way, so he doesn't deserve your concern."
I laugh. "That's true... Hey, did you eat his arm, or did he make up that part?"
"No..." Finn drags his palm over his head, sighing. "I have instincts and couldn't resist."
"Oh..." I laugh nervously. "Have you ever considered the idea of eating me?"
"I would love eating you out."
I slap his chest, and he laughs before stretching beneath me. We are both tired, and while I'm happy around Finn, I can't look away from the fact that we need to escape from here somehow. I have to get my inner wolf back, and Finn needs to return to his world.
I sigh. "Finn?"
"Mhm?"
"Can you somehow use magic even though your arms and legs are carrying those bracelets?"
"No..."
"That's too bad. It would have been perfect for escaping."
Finn chuckles. "Yeah, but if you trust me, then why don't you take them off? Arvin probably thought you would be too scared of me ever to approach me, but when it comes down to it, anyone but me can remove them from me."
I gasp. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I thought you feared me?"
"Good point," I push myself onto my elbows to peer down at him—his gaze darts over my face with vivid curiosity. My heart pangs in response, already smitten by him. "What is the plan?"
Finn strokes my ass. "Well, we need to take your wolf spirit back, and then I'm not sure. June and Arvin aren't up to anything good, but I don't think we should challenge them alone—do you have a pack?"
My heart falters. "Yes, but my pack and family are already engaged in the war against Arvin's pack, and-..." I hesitate, wondering if I should tell Finn the truth or not. I love my family, but I've never felt welcomed around them, and I don't know if I want to return home.
"And?"
I sigh. "Nothing, let's just free you and get out of here."
I want to tell him about my insecurities. Finn's company is a blessing, but I don't want to burden him by asking him to stay in our world a bit longer. Even if I think his presence would offer me enough confidence to confront my family.
Finn grins. "Sounds like a plan."