Tangled Hearts

{Author's Note – this is the final sex scene in the book, and who would I be, if I didn't make the chapter extra-long, filthy and sexy xxx}

Lily's POV

His lips press harder against mine, igniting a fire deep in my chest, as he sweeps me up into his arms and kicks the door shut behind us. The thud echoes through the room, but all I hear is the sound of his heavy breathing as we pause for just a second. My forehead rests against his, my breath coming in short, ragged bursts.

"God, I've missed this. Missed you, butterfly," he whispers, his voice rough and full of need.

I let out a breathless laugh, my smirk curling up at the corners of my lips. "Same," I murmur, my hand sliding up his neck. "Now, would you kindly fuck me, Finnley Brookes?"

His eyes darken, "My full name, really?"

With a swift motion, he tosses me onto the bed, the soft sheets cool against my heated skin. He's over me in an instant, his body hovering above mine, a predator closing in on its prey. My heart pounds in my chest, the air between us crackling with anticipation.

"You're really asking for it, butterfly." his voice is a low growl, his breath hot against my neck.

I meet his gaze, unflinching, a grin playing on my lips. "Always."

A low, throaty chuckle escapes him before his mouth is on mine again, devouring me like I'm the only thing that matters. My body responds instantly, arching into him, needing more—needing him.

In one fluid movement, his hands find their way under my dress, fingertips grazing my skin, sending electric jolts through me. Every inch of me is on fire, desperate for his touch, desperate for the ache between us to finally be satisfied.

"Impatient, are we?" His tone is teasing, but the rough edge in his voice betrays the calm façade he's trying to keep. He's just as hungry for this as I am.

I bite my lip, my eyes locking with his, daring him to match my energy. "You have no idea."

Without breaking eye contact, I lift my dress over my head and unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor. His gaze tracks every movement, and I can feel the power shift between us. I love the way I can unravel him with just a look, as much as I crave how easily he can take control of me.

He's frozen for a beat, like he's savouring the moment, but I know that wild hunger simmering beneath the surface. It's only a matter of time before he snaps.

I arch a brow, smirking.

"What's it been, four, five months since we last fucked? Hope you haven't lost your touch, babe, or I might have to take charge and do all the work." My voice drips with playful challenge.

His jaw tightens, his hands flexing at his sides like he's barely restraining himself. Then, with a low growl, he's on me in an instant, pinning me beneath him, his lips brushing my ear.

"Oh, Lily. If you think I've forgotten how to make you scream, you're about to regret every word."

Before I can fire off another teasing remark, Finn's hands grip my hips, his fingers making quick work of my underwear. He tugs them down, taking his time like he wants me to feel every second of his control. The fabric pools on the floor, leaving me bare before him. His gaze is dark, intense—completely focused on what's in front of him.

He pauses, staring at me like he's committing every detail to memory, his eyes tracing every curve, every inch of me. The way he looks at me—hungry, possessive—sends a shiver racing through my body. My heart pounds in anticipation, the tension between us thick enough to drown in.