Midnight Whispers (The Midnight Duology #1)

Chapter 17

17

The knock at the front door makes my heart stop and quickens at the same time. That sensation was something new to me, but I welcome it.

“I’ll get it!” Flora yells from across the house.

“Be nice!” I yell back, but I can already guess the expression that will be plastered on her face as the door opens. I smooth out my wavy hair, close my eyes, and take a deep breath, silently hoping that the butterflies flying around my stomach would just go away because I can’t concentrate on anything except for them. My thoughts are circling so quickly that I can’t grasp just one, but all I know is that I’m scared.

Oh my, I am so scared.

“Good evening, love.” He purrs, his voice smooth like velvet. “This is for you.”

“Hey.” My eyes widened. What did I just say? “I mean, yes good evening.”

I want to go crawl into my bed and hide. He smiles softly and looks away from me. My eyes are immediately drawn to his mouth, images of the kiss we shared only earlier today flash through my mind. I force myself to look away from his lips, lifting my gaze to his eyes to find him searching for mine.

Extending my hand, I take the wrapped gift out of his hands. Based on the size of the gift, I can tell it’s a book.

He looks at me and I mean really looks at me, almost like he’s searching for hidden truths within my stare. The air grows thick between us, and it becomes painfully obvious that Flora is still in the room with us. I break our eye contact and look toward where she’s sitting on the couch. Her brows are furrowed, and I don’t know if it’s out of confusion, curiosity, or concern.

Maybe all three.

I unwrap the gift and every ounce of oxygen leaves my throat when I see a first edition Dracula.

“I can’t accept this.” I basically throw it back into his grasp.

“Oh, but you will,” he smirks.

“What is it?” Flo asks, trying to look at it from the couch.

“It’s an original Dracula,” I responded breathlessly. There’s a good chance I’m going into shock.

Flora releases a whistle.

Finn shrugs nonchalantly. “I have more than I know what to do with. You’ll get more enjoyment out of it than I will.”

“I… uh. Thank you?”

“You’re most welcome, love.”

“Well, if you need me, Flo?—"

“I will definitely not be needing you, babe,” she declares, winking in my direction just before she places her headphones into her ear.

“It was nice to meet you, Flora,” Finn says and dips his chin. She smiles in return and waves us off.

I grab onto Finn’s hand to lead him down the hall toward my bedroom. We cross the threshold of my room, and he closes the door behind us. My back is still facing him as I place the book down on my desk. I take a deep breath and turn around to face him.

“She’s actually leaving… So that we have privacy,” I announce.

I’m nibbling the inside of my cheek raw as the warmth in my core ignites. Finn closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, tilting his head back slightly as he inhales. Slowly, he lowers his chin and opens his eyes. The hunger in his eyes both scares and intrigues me. I know there is a large part of Finn that desires to taste my blood, but what surprises me is realizing there’s a part of me that wants him to taste it too. His lip curls into a wicked smile and he begins to walk, maintaining eye contact with me while he closes the space between us.

There’s no way he can’t hear my heart beating because it feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest.

Softly, Finn glides his hand up my shoulder and stops at the base of my neck. He brings his hand forwards, running his thumb along my bottom lip softly before pulling me into a kiss. There’s no question that I want this, that we both want this.

He pulls back, resting his forehead on mine, and sighs. “Before we continue, we must establish something.”

“Okay, yes. Anything,” I whisper breathlessly, desperate for his mouth to be against mine again.

“If this gets to be too much for you, I will stop the moment you tell me.”

I nod. “Is there more?”

“I need you to be mine, Lillia. I must hear you say it.”

“That I’m yours?”

“Yes.”

I pull back to look his face over. “Finn. I’m yours. Please, kiss me.”

Faster than my brain can process, he picks me up, and next thing I know we’re on the bed. I welcome the weight of his body on mine as he kisses my neck, the sharpness of his teeth taking me by surprise as he leaves nibbles along my collarbone. I run my fingers through his hair and down to his shoulders, I grab his shirt and pull it above his head before tossing it into the chair in the corner of my room. Finn’s hands wander just below the hem of my shirt. My breath gets stuck in my throat when the coolness of his hands run up my sides.

“You are stunning.” He takes my breast into his hand, rolling my nipple between his thumb and finger.

His free hand travels down my stomach, into the waistband of my shorts and with one swift movement, they’re off and across the room in the pile with the rest of our clothes. Positioning himself between my legs, he nudges my knees apart and bends down to nibble gently on my inner thighs before settling his face at my center. Slowly, Finn slides his hand up and grips onto my thigh. I lift on my elbows and look toward him, his eyes darkening as they meet mine. Maintaining eye contact, Finn glides his tongue over my clit. My back hits my bed and I run my hands over my face and through my hair as chills race down my spine.

With his free hand, he moves his fingers up to my entrance, teasing for a moment before sliding two fingers inside of me. He releases the grip he has on my thigh and slides his hand beneath my ass, tilting my hips up. I whimper as he continues to pump his fingers in and out, the sensation of that and his tongue gliding against my clit sending electricity through me.

“Bite me,” I plead, taking Finn by surprise.

He pulls back and removes his fingers. “You can’t mean that.”

I looked down at him, his eyebrows furrowed. “Yes. I want to be all yours. Please.”

“You’re sure?” He looks at me with raised brow, concerned radiating from his glare .

Finn’s hand releases from my hip and settles on the outside of my thigh. In need of more confirmation, he looks at me and I nod slowly. My chest tightens with the uncertainty of what's about to happen. I try to get out of my cloud of thoughts, casting them aside so that I can be present in this moment. He runs his tongue along his now elongated teeth before lowering his head and running it along my inner thigh, savoring the taste of my skin. He comes to a slow stop and opens his mouth with a low snarl, digging his teeth into my upper thigh. He closes his eyes, and I can’t help but be entranced watching as he savors the first taste of my blood on his lips.

In the beginning, it stings, but as he begins to suck, my body starts to react. The feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced; within seconds I’m transported into pure bliss. My body feels weightless, but heavy at the same time. The bed feels like it’s spinning while simultaneously floating as ecstasy crushes down around me.

I let out a deep moan as he glides his fingers back into my entrance, electricity surges down my spine. His grip tightens on my leg, pulling it closer into his mouth.

“Oh my god,” I gasp as my climax rapidly grows in my core.

He slowly releases his hold on my thigh and removes his teeth from the pit they’ve left in my skin, warmth from my blood runs down my leg. Gently, he moves to the space next to me.

“Are you okay, my love?” he asks, his voice laced with concern.

“Yes,” I whisper and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. The taste of my blood is unexpectedly sweet as our tongues meet, but it ignites something within me. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls closer, deepening our kiss. He adjusts himself, pulling off his pants, and tossing them in a different direction .

Feeling bold, I roll over and throw my leg over his waist, hovering just above the tip of his hard cock. Finn’s hands find their way to my hips, and he grips onto them. The desperation to be full of him consumes me. Guiding my pace, he strengthens his hold as I rock back and forth. I put my hands on his chest, quickening my speed as the heat in my core begins to build.

“You take me so well,” Finn growls into my ear. I don’t know if it’s the endorphins from where he fed off me, but I know I’m going to climax again soon.

He runs his hands up my back, wrapping them around the back part of my shoulders, and pulls me down to him. In a quick motion, he runs his hand through my hair and flips me over onto my back. I arch into him, raising my hips to meet his eager thrusts. He pulls out slowly, just enough to tease me before he pushes deeper inside of me.

My body begins to shake, and my core tightens with pleasure, my pussy clenched around him. His cock pulses as he thrusts inside of me twice more, letting out a deep groan as he fills me. Slowly, he pulls himself out and lays down next to me.

The only sound in the room is that of our heavy breathing. He turns to me, propping himself up on his elbow, and moves a strand of my hair gently.

“Stay here, my love,” Finn whispers, kissing my forehead and moving off the bed.

A moment later, he comes back into the room with a wet washcloth. Gently, he cleanses my thigh of any reminders of the moment we just shared. First, the blood from where he drank from me, leaving behind holes where his teeth were inserted into my muscles.

“You will probably bruise, possibly scar,” he whispers.

I bite my lip to try to hide the smirk that is beginning to form. There’s something that excites me in the possibility of having a permanent reminder of his teeth deep inside of my skin.

My voice is a whisper. “That’s fine. You’ll be the only one who sees it anyway.”

Finn’s eyes immediately lock on mine. “Don’t say things like that, unless you want me to take you again. The thought of being your only lover is better than any aphrodisiac.” Blush creeps up my chest.

With no effort, he lifts me up and helps me stand. He guides me to the bathroom and turns on the shower, testing the temperature before gesturing for me to get in.

The shower isn’t very big, but we squeeze in together. Our bodies aren’t touching, but the energy between us is electric. I reach out and touch his chest, running my hands against the marble texture of his skin.

Finn smiles. “As much as I’d like to make love to you again, you need to rest.” He runs the loofah over my shoulders. “My energy doesn’t deplete, so I can go all night.”

I bite my lower lip, debating with myself to ignore his warning. I’ve never wanted someone as bad as I want him, especially after the orgasms he gave me in my bedroom.

“We have all the time in the world, love.” He kisses my forehead and finishes washing both of our bodies.

That raises the question, do we really have all the time in the world?