Page 39 of Heir of Fire
“Would you prefer I called you then?”
She clenched her jaw. “I would prefer zero contact.”
He shook his head, using his hands to trail the freshly shaved skin of her thighs before they landed on her hips. He squeezed before slipping his hands under her silk tank top. “That’s not going to happen. You know it. I know it. Hell, even the devil knows it, princess.”
Gianna swallowed hard, feeling him hardening under her. It sent her mind right back to the night in the shower and she hated how easily her body answered to him.
Both of his hands slid up her stomach, igniting goosebumps in their wake. She held her breath, her eyes locked with his. When he finally reached her breasts, he traced his fingertips over the sensitive nipples for only a moment before he held them firmly in his grasp. She gasped, looking at him with wide eyes.
“What? Nothing to say now, princess?” Finn asked, his voice full of mockery.
She frowned, opening her mouth but his fingers grabbed her nipples, pulling at them painfully before rubbing to soothe them. Her underwear was already damp, and she was so grateful that there was a comforter separating them.
“You know what I’m in the mood for?” he asked.
“What?” Gianna responded, breathless.
“I’m in the mood to finally have a taste of your pussy.”
Heat soared through her body. There was nothing she wanted more in the world.
“But I need to hear you ask me,” he said. His lips pulled into a grin, and it only pissed Gianna off, but the more he played with her nipples, the more turned on she got.
“No,” she said immediately. “I’m not going to beg you.”
“That’s too bad,” Finn said. “Because you’re not going to come otherwise.”
He lifted his lips, rocking them against hers. A long moan left her mouth the moment she felt his hard cock brush against her swollen pussy. Was he wearing anything underneath the covers?She didn’t know, but the stimulation of her nipples with his grinding was sending her mind reeling.
And then he stopped completely.
Gianna let out a frustrated groan, grabbing his cheeks. “Why did you stop?”
“You know the deal.”
She bit her lip, trying to find a way around it. She could leave right then and there, go back to her room and finish herself off, but it wouldn’t feel the same. She just knew it wouldn’t. Not when he was offering his mouth.
She pressed a kiss to his lips, praying it would make him forget about the begging and he would give her what she needed anyway. His tongue slipped into her mouth, fighting with hers before he pulled back too soon.
“Don’t be a brat,” he said. “Beg and I’ll give you what you want.”
This never happened to her. Men never held back from her in bed, making her beg for anything. But Finn wasn’t like everyone else.
She swallowed harshly. “Please,” she mumbled.
“What was that?”
“Please,” she repeated, louder this time. She so badly wanted to smack the smirk off his face, especially when the brown in his eyes turned black from how wide his pupils were.
“Be specific, princess.”
“Please, eat my pussy,” she said, but the words sounded more like a hiss.
“Well, when you beg so nicely.”
He flipped her over, barely letting her back hit the mattress before he pulled the shorts and underwear down her legs. His lips left a trail up her thigh as he slowly inched his way up to the one spot that ached uncontrollably for him.
He moved with such precision and ease that she couldn’t help but watch him in complete awe. Every single inch of her body was awake, shaking with need.
