Page 60 of The Royal Art of Revenge

“You’re thinking too much,” Finn murmurs against my lips, his finger deep inside me. “What’s bothering you?”

“I don’t… I don’t know,” I answer with a breezy laugh.

His lips quirk to the side. “You okay?”

I nod. “I’m fine.”

He slips his finger out and adds another, making my breath hitch. “Still okay?”

I swallow. “You know, I might be a virgin, but I’m not that much of a virgin.”

Something darkens his eyes.

“Alone,” I say quickly. “Um. Assisted. But alone.”

His gaze immediately brightens, and his eyebrows shoot upwards. “Well, that changes things.” A thought flashes across his face.

“Um, what was that look for?”

“What look?”

“That look just now.”

“I was just thinking that one day soon, you’ll have to show me this ‘assistant’ you have.”

“I can’t do—”

“Shh.” He presses his lips to mine, silencing me. “Let me focus.”

Any protest I was about to make dies against his tongue meeting mine. He said to let him focus, and it’s not like I have any choice.

Even though I’m on top, any notion of me being in control is shattered. His fingers curve inside me, hitting just the right spot, and with each stroke of his fingers, I fall more to his mercy.

I don’t know how it happens, but everything changes. My dressing gown falls to the floor, exposing me completely. His shirt comes off, finally putting us on a somewhat equal level of undress.

He removes his fingers, and I reach down between us, cupping his erection over his trousers. Finn groans, bucking his hips, and I gently bite his lower lip.

That undoes him.

He moves me off him, all but tossing me onto the bed next to him. Unlike before, he doesn’t cover my body with his.

Instead, he takes off my underwear and parts my legs. My breath hitches at the sight of his face between my legs, and my heart pounds in my chest with the anticipation of what he’s about to do. Then, slowly, he drags his tongue along my slit until he finds my clit and closes his lips around it.

The moan that leaves my mouth is nothing short of unholy.

Okay.

Wow.

Toys don’t do that.

I feel his inhale more than I hear it, and as if the noise that came out of me spurs him on, he does it again. His tongue moves, almost a little uncertainly, but with each of my moans, he gains confidence, and each movement becomes more precise.

Until he achieves his goal.

Heat washes over me, and I fist his hair as I come. It’s a surreal sensation, and I barely have time to recover before Finn stands and looks down at me.

“Hattie, I…” His throat bobs, and he reaches down towards his cock.