Page 148 of The Violet Raven

I’m a mix of urgency and lust; I don’t want the moment to end, but feel a throbbing forming under the pressure of our combined movements.

Finn pulls away, tugging a moan from me to look me in the eye.

“Have you done this to yerself before?” He demands between his heavy moans. His movements slowing as he awaits my answer.

I nod, and the relief on his face is immediate as his pace quickens.

His tongue traces delicately along the column of my neck, drawing out soft whimpers as he moves, finally settling just below my ear—the spot that makes me clench against him. I can feel his grin in the way his breath tickles my skin.

“Like that, aye?” he murmurs, right before mimicking the motion once more.

“Finn…” is all I manage to gasp as my back arches off the wall.

“That’s it. Let go, Triona. Let go and give your pleasure over to me.”

Beads of sweat trickle down my skin, their cool trail contrasting with the scorching heat that radiates through my entire body.

Then it happens—the build of the unmistakable release his body promises, a sensation so overwhelming it feels as though the world vanishes. My body shudders, the intensity consuming me entirely.

It’s the most intensely pleasurable sensation I’ve ever experienced, and I feel it everywhere—coursing through my veins, leaving me weightless. I grip him tightly, my nails pressing into him as I ride the crest of this overwhelming feeling, every thought, every word dissolving into the sheer bliss of this moment.

Finn never moves his eyes from mine as he watches my undoing, only taking my mouth again to stifle the moan I’m helpless to suppress, and growls in satisfaction as an undeniable wetness coats him.

My body aches with need, still so desperate to feel him—flesh against flesh, every bit of him claiming me. I want to feel him pushing deeper, his body overwhelming mine as he licks, sucks, and possesses me completely.

I eagerly wedge my hand between us, seizing the narrow space he’s allowed. The moment I cup him through his damp trousers, he emits a long, low groan that sends a shiver down my spine—and makes my mouth water with anticipation.

I grapple with the laces coated in my arousal, but he jerks away, halting my desperate movements.

“Not here. Yer first willnae be against a wall,” he says adamantly. “We need to—”

I cut him off with a searing kiss. I won’t be swayed from claiming him the way he just irrevocably claimed me. I need his release.

I lock eyes with him as I trace the heel of my palm along the full length of his thick shaft, following its smooth contour until I reach his tip, resting just beneath his navel. His breath quickens, and he tilts his head back, exposing his throat in silent invitation. Leaning forward, I let my tongue explore his sweat-slicked flesh, every caress a promise of unspoken desire.

“Triona, I’m about to—” he begins, his voice hoarse with desire, but I silence him as I suck the skin at the base of his neck.

He groans and thrusts into my hand with a strength that has me aching and imagining him buried deep inside of me. “Oh, feckin’ hellfire,” he breathes, voice wrecked. With one final stroke, he shudders against me, his body going taut before he unravels completely. I feel his cock pulsing under my touch, and the guttural sound emanating as he finds release sends another wave of heat crashing through me, reigniting the ache between my thighs.

As the intensity of our embrace fades, Finn buries his face into my neck, his breaths slowing as he savours the aftershock of ecstasy. His grip on me remains tight, as if he never wants to let go.

A breathless laugh rumbles from his chest. “I cannae believe I came in my trousers like a lad fresh off his first kiss.” His voice is low, rough with embarrassment, but there’s a spark of wicked amusement in his eyes as his gaze locks with mine. He smiles, his thumb brushing tenderly along my cheekbone before pressing the lightest of kisses to the corner of my mouth.

“You can’t possibly fathom how intoxicating you are,” I murmur, voice hushed with reverence, my fingers still trembling from the aftershocks. “Hearing the sounds you made for me...” The confession slips from my lips unbidden, the vulnerability of the moment wrapping around us.

The moonlight pouring in through the window casts a soft glow over Finn’s face, illuminating the sharp planes of his features. A sheen of sweat clings to his forehead, and his lips are swollen and red from our kisses. He is utterly mesmerising.

Reluctantly, he lowers me back to the ground, his body, lingering close, pressed against mine. Neither of us speaks, unwilling to let the fragile magic of this moment slip away.

My fingers weave into his dark hair as I tug him closer, desperate to capture his lips again. But the blissful haze shatters as the unmistakable sound of footsteps and cheerful whistling bounds toward us.

We tear away from each other like sinners caught in the act; the intimacy shattering as reality slams back into place. My heart races in my chest, hammering so loudly I’m certain Finn can hear it. I smooth my dress with trembling hands, the lingering heat between us making it almost impossible to compose myself.

The footsteps grow louder, closer, and panic blooms in my chest. Finn leans casually against the wall on one side of the hall, his posture deceptively relaxed. I move to the opposite side, creating a distance between us that already feels unbearable.

Casey rounds the corner, his steps uneven but sure enough. He pauses, his sharp gaze flicking between us. My breath stalls, bracing for the inevitable spark of realisation—the knowing look, the teasing remark. But it doesn’t come.

His usual perceptiveness dulls beneath the flush on his cheeks, the slight sway of his stance. He’s had more than his fair share of drink tonight. A small mercy. One I silently thank the heavens for.