Page 114 of Moonstone Maelstrom


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Finn takes that as a challenge, diving back in and doubling his efforts. He uses one hand to slick his fingers against the wet folds of my pussy and the other to expose my clit to his torturous tongue. He services me, taking his time and refusing to relent until my thighs tremble on either side of his head.

“Oh, yes,” I cry out, reaching blindly and finding Finn’s biceps. I hold on, squeezing his arms as my orgasm hits with a scream that I’m sure every vampire in the hotel can hear.

His mouth ventures to the sensitive inner part of my thigh, licking a wet stripe before placing his teeth there.

Two of his fingers push into me at the same moment his fangs pierce my skin at the apex of where my leg meets my core. I choke on my breath, arching into his touch.

Finn moans with the meat of my thigh firmly in his mouth, sucking as hard as his fingers pump into me.

Gaia have mercy.

It’s too good.

With a twist of his wrist, Finn shoves a third finger in alongside the other two, stretching me wider. His thumb brushes against my clit, and my body jolts with pleasure, unable to take much more.

He makes a noise of contentment against my thigh, his tongue lapping at the puncture marks to close the wound.

“More,” I pant, not sure whether my lightheadedness is from blood loss or the most intense orgasm of my life.

“More?” Finn questions, lifting his head from between my legs, my blood smeared around his mouth. “Ye want more?”

I yelp when he flips us over, the switch in position jarring as I find myself on top of him, my legs on either side of his waist, and his erection firmly seated inside me.

“Wow, nice trick.” I adjust myself and revel in the feel of his full length inside me. Bringing my hands to the chiseled ridges of his chest, I take in the sight of my Celt laid out and mine for the taking.

“Go ahead, Josie,” he says. “If ye want more… take everything ye need.” He thrusts up, pushing impossibly further into me.

I push up on my knees a bit, slicking us both to increase our pleasure. When I lower myself, both of us groan. I don’t know if it’s the blood afterglow, the bonding, or just the way the two of us fit together, but I’m wetter and more wildly wanton than I’ve ever been.

How can he possibly be so sexy?

I smirk down at Finn, bracing my hands on his chest so I can ride his cock and get us both off.

When I pick up a rhythm, his fingers tangle in the sheets, tearing right through the fabric. He curses in a string of Gaelic I don’t understand, yet still do understand.

I take that as a good sign and keep going, working him fast and hard as both of us hurtle towards the peak of pleasure.

He sits up, growls against my mouth, and then the point of his fang nicks my lip. Our kiss is tinged with the metallic tang of blood, but I find it sexy and hot.

Maybe enjoying blood play is part of being a Sun Witch.

If so, I’m glad I got the chance to experience it.

In a blur and a split second of vertigo, Finn repositions us. This time, he’s on top and he hoists my legs above his shoulders. With me opened wide, he pounds inside me, hitting something deep within me that has me gasping.

“Yes… oh, yes!” The pleasure that detonates has me shaking apart with a second orgasm. It’s so intense I’m still writhing and pulsing when Finn drops onto the mattress next to me, our limbs entwined.

It takes a long moment, but eventually my breathing slows and I can think again. “I told you we’d be fine.”

His breath huffs against my arm. “Just fine?”

I shrug, feigning indifference. “There’s room for improvement.”

He laughs fully this time, turning on his side to look at me in the darkness of my room. “No broken bones?”

I shake out my limbs. “All good here.”

“Good.” The sheets rustle as he closes the distance, our slick bodies sticking together as he presses close for a kiss that is way too chaste after the way he just fucked me.

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