{Author's Note:- Hiya, listen to this song for the feels for this chapter, especially in the love confession... hehe, now on to the chapter xx }

Finn's POV

I park the car and head inside, my pulse racing with anticipation, the weight of the evening pressing down on me. I've never told anyone I love you before. The idea of it, the intensity of it, feels almost suffocating. After Mum left, it was like something cracked open in me—a fear that everyone I cared about would eventually disappear too, leaving me alone. But with Lily? She silences that chaos, makes everything feel right, like I've found the calm I've been searching for.

"Lil", I call out, and she doesn't answer but I hear her mumble something, causing me to laugh. I clear my throat and call out again.

"Butterfly?"

"In your room", she yells back.

I pause for a beat, steadying my breath. Each step toward her feels heavier, my heart thumping harder with every inch I close. There she is, sitting by the window, the soft glow of evening light catching in her hair. She looks so serene, like she belongs there, like this is where I belong too.

"Call me Lil again, and I swear I won't speak to you," she pouts, and I can't help the laugh that escapes me.

"Honestly, I love the view from your room," she says, turning to look at me with a smile that lights up her whole face. "Anyway," she continues, "how did it go?"

I walk over, sitting beside her. "It went well. We talked. Really talked."

"That's great, Finn," she beams, pulling me into a hug.

"And—"

"And what?" she asks, her voice laced with amusement.

I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of my next words. "I told him about you, about how much you mean to me."

"Finn" she whispers softly.

I laugh, shaking my head, trying to find the right words even though it feels impossible to express what's running through my mind.

"I know it's only been two months," I begin softly, reaching up to brush my thumb across her cheek. Her skin feels warm, soft, and everything about this moment is so perfect that it almost doesn't seem real. "But I need you to understand something, Lily. You're it for me. There's no one else. There never could be."

Her eyes widen, her lips parting like she wants to say something, but I hold her gaze, needing her to hear every word.

"I love you," I continue, my voice thick with emotion. "Not just in some easy, fleeting way, but in this overwhelming, all-consuming way that makes it hard to breathe when I think about how much you mean to me. I love how your laugh is so contagious that it's impossible to be in a bad mood when you're around. I love how you get this little crinkle between your eyebrows when you're concentrating, like when you're trying to beat me at cards—even though you never do." I grin, and she rolls her eyes playfully, but her smile is soft, and it gives me the courage to go on.

"I love your ridiculous obsession with caramel," I say with a laugh, "and how you'll always steal the last piece, thinking I don't notice, but I do. I love the way you bite your cheek when you're nervous, and how you always try to hide it, but you don't have to hide anything from me. Not ever."

Her eyes start to glisten, and I feel my heart twist because there's still so much more I need to say.

"And God, the way you care about people—about everyone around you," I murmur, my thumb tracing the line of her jaw now. "You see the best in people, even when they don't deserve it, and you love without holding back. That's what I've fallen in love with most. That's who you are, Lily. You've got this huge heart, and you've made room for me in it. And that... that means more than I can ever explain."

She's staring at me like I've just handed her the world, and maybe I have, because that's exactly what she's given me. She's changed everything.

"I've never felt like this before," I admit, my voice dropping to a whisper as I search her eyes. "Not for anyone. Not even close. You make me feel like I can be more than I am, like I can do things I never thought I could. And it's because of you. It's because you make me believe in myself. You make me want to be better, for you, for us."

I let out a shaky breath, the words still spilling out of me. "When I'm with you, everything feels right. It's like the world makes sense again. I know it sounds cliché, but Lily, you're my home. You're where I want to be. You're where I belong."

Tears are brimming in her eyes now, but she's smiling, that soft, beautiful smile that makes me want to hold her forever.

"I'm not saying this lightly. I know what it means, and I know it's a lot, but Lily..." I pause, leaning closer until our foreheads are touching. "You're my forever. And I'm never letting you go."

She's silent, her breath catching, and for a second, I wonder if maybe I've overwhelmed her. But then, she reaches up, her fingers brushing against my cheek, her touch sending shivers down my spine.

"Finn..." she whispers, her voice trembling with so much emotion I can feel it vibrating between us. She takes a shaky breath, and I can see her trying to find the words. "I don't even know how to explain it. I never thought... I never thought someone could love me like this."

She looks down, her fingers tightening around mine. "I looked for it in all the wrong places," she continues, her voice growing quieter, more vulnerable. "I thought... maybe Adam could see me. That if I just loved him enough, it would be enough. But it wasn't. He didn't. He couldn't."

She grimaces, and I hate the flash of pain that crosses her face at the mention of him. My chest tightens, knowing that this beautiful girl in front of me ever doubted how worthy she is of real, all-consuming love.

"But you..." she says softly, her eyes lifting to meet mine again. "You showed me something different. You showed me what love is supposed to feel like. You make me feel like I'm enough just as I am, that I don't have to try so hard to be perfect or be something I'm not."

Her fingers trail up to touch my face, and I lean into her hand, savoring the warmth of her touch. "You see me, Finn," she says, her voice thick with emotion. "All the messy, complicated parts of me, and you love me anyway. I never thought I could have that. Never thought anyone could love me the way you do."

Her eyes are shining with unshed tears, but there's a smile on her face, soft and full of wonder. "I love you so much," she whispers. "More than I thought I was capable of. You've shown me what it feels like to really be loved, and I never want to lose that."

My heart swells, and I can't help the grin spreading across my face.

"Always?" I ask, my voice barely audible, not needing anything but her answer.

She nods, that beautiful smile lighting up her face. "Always," she whispers back.

I grin like an absolute fool as the word always leaves her lips. In that single moment, everything feels perfect, like the universe finally lined up just right.

I reach out and cup her face in my hands, my thumbs brushing lightly over her cheeks. She leans into my touch, and the look in her eyes is enough to knock the wind out of me. I lean in, closing the distance between us, my heart pounding so hard I can hear it echoing in my ears.

And then, I kiss her.

The moment our lips connect, it feels like everything around us fades away. The kiss starts gentle, hesitant, like we're testing the waters, both savouring the taste of each other. But then, she tugs at my neck, pulling me in deeper, her soft body pressing against mine. Her lips part, and I'm lost in the warmth of her mouth, in the soft moan she releases against me.

Breaking the kiss, I hover over her, my breath mingling with hers, hearts pounding in sync. Her eyes are blown wide with desire, pupils dark and full of need.

"Lily," I breathe, fighting against the lust clouding my thoughts. "There's something I need to—"

"Can't it wait?" she whispers, biting her bottom lip. Her doe-brown eyes sparkle, making it impossible to focus on anything else.

Fuck. I can't resist her like this. Not when she's looking at me like that.

I lean in again, my lips capturing hers with more urgency this time, swallowing the words I intended to say. I'll tell her later.

Her hands slide down my chest, her nails lightly grazing my skin as she starts unbuttoning my shirt, all while I take her in. The way her eyes darken with every touch, the way her breath catches when I lower my mouth to her neck.

Our movements turn desperate, needy, like we've been starved of each other for far too long. We stumble toward the bed, her laughter filling the space before I shut it off with another searing kiss. My pants hit the floor, and her delicate hands move over my erection, teasing me through my boxers.

"Fuck, Lily," I groan, as she watches, biting her lip, her gaze locked on me like she's waiting for the moment I lose control. And hell, I'm already on the edge.

I tear her shirt from her body, leaving her in nothing but that black lace bra, the sight of her making my cock twitch with anticipation. She's so damn beautiful, laid out before me, her skin flushed with need, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

Fuck, I love this girl ... My girl.

My hands glide over her waist, fingers slipping into her panties, dragging them down her legs in one swift motion.

But I can't stop there. I need to feel her. I need to touch her.

My fingers find her slick folds, running along the wet heat of her pussy, and a groan escapes my throat at how ready she is for me. "Fuck, Butterfly," I murmur, circling her entrance with my fingers, teasing her as I slide just one finger inside. She's already dripping, her body so eager for me.

She gasps at the contact, her hips bucking up toward my hand as her eyes flutter shut. "Finn," she moans, her voice shaking with need, her body arching off the bed. "Please, I—"

I smirk, adding another finger, curling them inside her as I press my thumb against her swollen clit. "You're so fucking wet for me," I growl, my voice low and rough. "You love this, don't you? You love how ready you are for my cock."

Her moan is loud, her head falling back against the pillow as her hips grind against my hand. "Yes," she gasps, her voice breathless, her body trembling beneath me. "I need you so bad, Finn. Please, I can't take it."

I pull my fingers out slowly, dragging them through her slick folds before slipping them back inside, watching her writhe beneath me. "You feel that, baby?" I murmur, my fingers thrusting in and out of her at a slow, torturous pace. "How fucking wet you are? You're dripping for me. So damn ready for me."

Her moans turn desperate, her hands clutching at the sheets as her hips move in rhythm with my hand. "Please," she begs, her voice shaking with need. "I need you inside me. Now, Finn. Please, fuck me."

I remove my fingers, bringing them to my lips, tasting her on my skin. "God, you taste so good,"

She moans in frustration and the sound makes my cock ache with the need to be inside her.

But then she surprises me. A wicked smirk spreads across her lips as she pushes me onto my back, rolling us over so she's straddling me. I blink, stunned for a moment, as she takes control.

"You're wasting my time," she teases, her hands pressed against my chest as she looks down at me with fire in her eyes.

And before I can respond, she's reaching down, positioning herself above me. I watch in awe as she takes me in her hand, sliding me to her entrance. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she sinks down onto my cock, taking every inch of me. My hands grip her thighs as I groan, my head falling back against the pillow.

"Fucking hell, Butterfly," I choke out, nearly breathless as she moves. Every inch of me is buried deep inside her, and the feeling is nothing short of heaven.

Her head falls back in delight, a soft moan escaping her lips as she rolls her hips, taking me deeper. She sets a slow, torturous rhythm at first, her hips rocking back and forth as her hands splay across my chest. My hands slide up to grip her waist, my fingers digging into her soft skin as I try to maintain control. But fuck, the way she feels—tight and hot, squeezing me just right—it's taking every ounce of willpower not to flip her over and fuck her hard right now.

"Fuck, Lily," I groan, my voice strained. "You're driving me insane."

She grins down at me, her pace picking up, her movements growing faster, harder. I watch, mesmerized as she rides me, her moans growing louder with each thrust. Her hands press against my chest for leverage, her nails dragging lightly over my skin, sending sparks of pleasure through my body.

"That's it," I groan, gripping her hips tighter as she moves faster. "Ride me just like that, Butterfly. Fuck, you feel so good."

Her eyes lock onto mine, and the intensity between us builds with each thrust. She moans my name, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she grinds down onto me. The sound of her moans, the way her body moves on top of me, it's driving me to the edge.

I can feel her getting closer, her body trembling as she tightens around me. Her moans become louder, her movements more frantic. "Finn... oh God, I'm so close," she gasps, throwing her head back as she rides me harder.

The sight of her losing herself to pleasure, the way her body shudders above me, it's too much. In one swift movement, I flip us over, pinning her beneath me.

I flip her onto her back, my body hovering above hers, and as I push her legs up, spreading her wide for me, I can't help but grin. My cock slides against her entrance, teasing her just enough to make her squirm.

"Look at you, Butterfly," I growl, my voice dripping with lust. "So fucking wet for me. You love when I fuck you like this, don't you?"

She moans in response, her back arching off the bed, her hips bucking up toward me. "Yes, Finn. Please, I need it."

My fingers dig into her thighs as I slam into her, deep and hard, causing her to cry out. 

"Goddamn, you're so fucking tight. You feel that? You're squeezing me like you don't want me to leave."

Her hands clutch at the sheets, knuckles white, her lips parting in breathless moans. "I don't," she gasps, "I want all of you."

I chuckle darkly, my hips snapping forward with brutal precision. 

"Oh, you'll have all of me, Butterfly. Every inch. You love it when I fill you up, don't you? Love it when I make you scream my name."

"Yes, Finn," she whimpers, her voice shaking as I pound into her harder. "I fucking love it."

My hand moves to her throat, wrapping around her neck just enough to hold her in place. "That's it. Good girl. Look at you, taking me so fucking well. You were made for this cock, weren't you?"

She moans loudly, her body trembling beneath me, her eyes wide with lust and submission. "I'm yours, Finn. All yours."

"Damn right, you are," I groan, thrusting deeper. "You're mine. This pussy is mine. No one else will ever touch you like this. You hear me?"

Her nails rake down my back as I fuck her harder, driving into her with relentless force. "Yes, yes, Finn. Fuck me harder. Please."

I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear, my voice a low growl. "You want it harder, huh? You want me to ruin you?"

"Yes!" she cries, her voice desperate. "Ruin me, Finn. Fuck me like you own me."

I thrust harder, deeper, my hips slamming into hers, making the headboard rattle against the wall. "That's it, baby. Take it. Take every fucking inch."

Her moans grow louder, her body arching off the bed as I push her toward the edge. "Finn, I'm gonna—"

"Not yet," I cut her off, slowing my pace just enough to make her whimper in frustration. "You don't get to come until I say so, Butterfly. You want to come? Beg me for it."

She bites her lip, her eyes pleading with me as she struggles to form words. "Please, Finn. Please let me come. I need it so bad. I'll do anything."

My grip tightens on her throat as I thrust deeper, loving the way her body trembles beneath me. "Anything, huh? You'll be a good girl for me?"

"Yes," she gasps, her voice barely a whisper. "Please, just let me come."

I smirk, driving into her harder, my cock hitting her sweet spot with every thrust. "Say it again. I wanna hear you say it."

"I'm your good girl," she cries out, her nails digging into my skin. "I'm your fucking good girl. Please, Finn, let me come."

"Fuck, that's what I like to hear," I groan, feeling her walls tighten around me. "Now, come for me, Butterfly. Come all over my cock."

Her scream tears through the room as her orgasm hits, her body convulsing beneath me as she shatters, her pussy squeezing me so tight it nearly pushes me over the edge.

"That's it," I groan, thrusting harder, deeper, riding her through her orgasm. "Good girl. Such a good fucking girl for me."

As she comes down, her body still trembling, I flip her over onto her stomach, pulling her ass up into the air. She gasps, but before she can protest, I'm driving back into her from behind, making her cry out again.

"Not done with you yet, baby," I growl, my hands gripping her hips as I fuck her hard, my cock sliding in and out of her slick heat. "You're not getting off that easy."

She moans, her face pressed into the pillow as I pound into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. "Finn, oh my God."

"Yeah, you fucking love this, don't you?" I grunt, slamming into her with everything I have. "You love it when I fuck you like you're mine."

"Yes," she whimpers, her body shaking with every thrust. "I fucking love it. Fuck me harder."

I lean down, my chest pressing against her back as I drive into her relentlessly. "You feel that, Butterfly? You feel how deep I am inside you? You were made for this cock. You're gonna take every inch of me until you can't fucking walk."

Her moans turn into screams as I fuck her hard, her body rocking with each thrust. "Yes, Finn. Please, I'm gonna come again."

"Good," I growl, slamming into her even harder. "Come for me again, Butterfly. I wanna feel you lose control all over my cock."

With a loud cry, she comes again, her body convulsing as she shatters beneath me. I can feel her pulsing around me, squeezing me so tight it pushes me to the brink. I thrust a few more times, my pace growing erratic, before I explode inside her, groaning loudly as my orgasm rips through me.

We collapse together, panting and trembling, the room filled with the sound of our heavy breathing.

"Fuck," I murmur, pulling her into my arms, my chest still heaving from the intensity of it all. "You're fucking perfect, Butterfly."

"Wow," she whispers, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin, her voice filled with awe. "That was..."

"Incredible," I finish for her, gently caressing her back. "You're incredible."

She grins, biting her lip, eyes sparkling mischievously. "If every time you tell me you love me, you fuck me like this... I might not be able to walk again."

I laugh, a deep, satisfied sound rumbling in my chest. "Oh, baby, I plan on making sure you won't be walking for a while. But trust me," I say, leaning down to brush my lips against hers, "I'll carry you everywhere if I have to."

Her laugh is light, breathless, and full of joy as she presses her body closer to mine, resting her head on my chest. "I might just hold you to that," she whispers, teasing.

"Deal," I murmur, kissing the top of her head.

She smiles, that soft, satisfied glow on her face making my heart clench. "I could definitely get used to this."

I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Good, because I'm never letting you go."

She tilts her head up, her eyes locking onto mine. "I love you, Finn," she whispers, her voice tender.

"I love you too, Butterfly," I reply, my tone just as soft.

"Always?" she asks, a hint of playful challenge in her voice.

"Always," I promise, wrapping her tighter in my arms.

Yet, as the words leave my mouth, the weight of guilt presses harder on me. I know I can't keep this secret much longer. I need to tell her soon.

But tonight, I hold her close, savouring the warmth of her embrace and the scent of the strawberry honey shampoo that lingers on her hair.