Finn's POV

As we head toward my studio, I'm aware of the guys lounging outside, their laughter dies down as Lily and I approach, and I can feel their eyes on her. A few of them stare a little too long, their gazes lingering on her in a way that makes my blood simmer.

My grip on her hand tightens instinctively. I shoot them a glare, making it clear that they need to back off. They get the message, quickly shifting their attention back to their own conversations, but the irritation stays with me.

When we reach the door to my studio, I pull her closer, wanting to put some distance between her and those prying eyes. "Ignore them," I mutter, still feeling the heat of their stares.

Lily squeezes my hand and leans into me, her voice teasing as she says, "Jealous, are we?"

I unlock the door and push it open, guiding her inside. "Let's just say I don't like people staring at what's mine," I reply, my voice low and firm. I shut the door behind us, wanting nothing more than to block out the rest of the world.

"Oh, really?" she challenges, a playful glint in her eyes as she tilts her head. "But you'd entertain dollar store knockoffs flirting with you?"

I let out a low chuckle, moving closer until there's barely any space between us. "Is that what this is about?" I ask, my hands sliding around her waist, pulling her against me. "You know I didn't take them seriously for a second, right?"

She raises an eyebrow, trying to hold onto her teasing tone, but I can see the hint of vulnerability behind her words. "It didn't look that way from where I was standing."

I lean in, brushing my lips against her ear, my voice a whisper. "Trust me, Butterfly. There's no one else I want. Those girls could never compare to you." I feel her shiver against me, and it sends a wave of satisfaction through my veins.

I pull back just enough to look into her eyes, my thumb brushing against her cheek. "Besides," I murmur, a grin spreading across my face, "I like you when you're a little jealous. It's kinda hot."

Her eyes narrow playfully, and she pushes against my chest, though she doesn't move away. "You're such an ass," she says, but there's no heat in her words—just a mix of amusement and desire.

I laugh softly, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. "Yeah, but you love me anyway," I say against her mouth.

She kisses me back, and for a moment, everything else falls away. The frustration, the tension, the outside world—it all fades, leaving just us, tangled together in the dim light of the studio.

I deepen the kiss, my hands sliding up her back, pulling her closer, needing to feel every inch of her pressed against me. Her fingers weave into my hair, tugging gently but firmly, and I groan into her mouth, every nerve in my body alive and electrified by her touch.

God, I've missed this, missed her... 3 weeks, 1 day, 9 hours, 17 minutes, and every single second without her felt like a small eternity.

I pull back just enough to look into her eyes, my thumb brushing softly over her cheek. "You have no idea how much I've missed you,"

She looks up at me with a breathless smile, "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea," she purrs, her voice soft and teasing.

Rising onto her toes, she leans in, her tongue flicking against my neck, and it sends a jolt of electricity down my spine. I shiver under her touch, my breath catching in my throat.

"Don't think I've forgotten about your punishment," she murmurs

Before I can respond, she pushes me back with a force that's both gentle and commanding, her hands pressing firmly against my chest. "Kneel," she orders, her voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

My body reacts instinctively, dropping to my knees in front of her. I'm hard, painfully so, and the need coursing through me is overwhelming. I'm drowning in lust, consumed by the way she looks at me with that mix of dominance and desire.

She steps back slowly, her eyes never leaving mine as she begins to strip. First, she pulls her shirt over her head, revealing the soft curves of her body, and then she slides out of her jeans and panties with a sensual grace that has my breath hitching. She's teasing me, taking her time, and it's driving me insane.

Finally, she sits on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide, giving me a perfect view of her dripping cunt. My breath catches in my throat, and I can't tear my eyes away from her. She knows exactly what she's doing—how much this is torturing me.

Her hand moves between her legs, her fingers brushing against herself, and I let out a low growl, a sound that comes from deep in my chest. I'm on the edge, my entire body tense with need. The sight of her touching herself, so open and inviting, is almost too much to bear.

She smirks knowing the effect this has on me, pumping each finger knuckles deep and she throws back her head and lets out a slight moan.

"God, Lily," I groan, my voice thick with desire. I want to touch her, to taste her, but I stay where I am, on my knees, waiting for her permission.

"Tell me what you want," she purrs, her voice low and commanding, filled with a mix of authority and seduction. She knows exactly how to drive me wild, how to make me beg, and right now, I'm ready to do just that.

My breath hitches as I stare into her eyes, the hunger in me nearly unbearable.

 "I want to bury my face between your thighs," I whisper, my voice raw with need. "I want to taste every inch of you, feel you quiver on my tongue, and hear you moan my name as you fall apart for me."

She chuckles softly, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she continues to tease herself, her fingers moving in slow, agonizing circles. "Not yet," she breathes, her eyes half-closed with pleasure. "I want to see how much you can take."

I bite back a groan, my fists clenching at my sides as I try to hold myself together. The tension is almost unbearable, the desire coursing through me like a live wire. She has me completely at her mercy, and every second that passes only makes me want her more.

Finally, she looks down at me, her gaze fierce and filled with fire.

 "Come here," she commands softly, and I don't hesitate. I crawl forward, unable to resist the pull of her voice, my entire body thrumming with anticipation.

I move toward her without a second thought, my knees hitting the floor as I crawl closer, drawn in by the intensity in her eyes. Every part of me is on fire, my need for her overwhelming any sense of restraint I might have had left.

Lily's fingers continue their slow, deliberate dance between her thighs, and I can see the pleasure written all over her face, the way her breath hitches with every movement. She's savoring every second, enjoying the power she has over me, and it only makes me want her more.

As I reach the edge of the bed, she sits up slightly, her free hand tangling in my hair, pulling me even closer.

 "Look at you," she whispers, her voice soft but commanding. "On your knees, so desperate for a taste. Do you have any idea how much that turns me on?"

I swallow hard, my throat dry, every word she says making my pulse race faster.

 "Butterfly " I murmur, my voice thick with need. "I'll do anything."

She smirks, her fingers finally slowing as she studies me, enjoying every moment of my desperation. "Anything?" she repeats, her tone playful, teasing.

I nod, my eyes locked on hers. "Anything," I confirm, my voice unwavering despite the raw hunger coursing through me.

She releases her hold on my hair, her fingers brushing against my cheek in a surprisingly gentle caress. "Then beg," she commands, her eyes darkening. "Beg for it, Finn. Show me how much you want me."

I can feel the flush in my cheeks, but I don't hesitate. "Please, Lily," I whisper, leaning closer, my lips just inches from her. "Please let me touch you. Let me make you feel good. I need you... I need to taste you."

Her eyes flutter shut for a brief moment, a soft moan escaping her lips as my words wash over her. When she opens them again, there's a flicker of something—desire, maybe even affection—but it's quickly masked by that same commanding gaze.

"Good boy," she purrs, finally pulling her hand away from herself. "Come closer. I need to feel your mouth on me."

Without another word, I obey, moving in closer until my lips are just inches away from where her fingers were. The scent of her arousal fills my senses, and I let out a low growl, unable to hold back any longer.

I sink down between her legs, my hands gripping her thighs, spreading them wider as I kiss the soft skin, moving closer and closer to where I know she wants me. I can feel her body trembling, her breath catching in her throat, her chest rising and falling with every teasing kiss I place along her inner thigh. Her skin is hot beneath my lips, and the way she shudders makes my cock throb with need.

When I finally reach her cunt, I don't hesitate. I drag my tongue over her, slow at first, savoring the taste of her, like I've been starved for it. Every inch of her is mine to devour, and fuck, I do just that—lapping at her like it's the last thing I'll ever taste. If they told me I was on death row, this would be my last meal, no contest. I'd die satisfied, buried between her legs.

Her moans grow louder, her body lifting off the bed, thighs trembling around my head as I grip her tighter, pulling her closer to me. I know exactly what she needs, and I'm giving it to her, making her fall apart on my tongue. Every moan, every gasp, is fuel, and I can't get enough.

"Finn," she breathes, her voice breaking with pleasure, "don't stop."

And I don't. I keep going, pouring everything I have into this moment, into her, determined to make her come undone beneath me. Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling me closer, and I can feel her body trembling, on the edge of release.

Finally, with a sharp cry, she falls over the edge, her body convulsing with pleasure as I hold her through it, not stopping until she's completely spent, her breathing heavy and ragged.

I pull back slightly, my lips brushing against her skin as I catch my breath, my heart racing. She looks down at me, her eyes half-closed, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

I press my lips against her, my hands sliding up her thighs as I taste the lingering sweetness of her release. Her body trembles under my touch, and a surge of satisfaction runs through me. But I'm not finished—not even close.

Lily's breathing is heavy, her chest rising and falling, but there's a spark in her eyes that tells me she's ready for more.

"Finn," she whispers, her voice still raw from her climax but with a new edge of need. "I want to feel you."

A jolt of heat shoots through me as her fingers trace down my chest, slowly unbuttoning my shirt.

"I wouldn't want you to," I murmur, my voice thick with need, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, our bodies pressing together, heat radiating between us. My hands roam her curves, gripping her ass, pulling her flush against me as our desperation grows. I can feel how badly she wants this—wants me.

I pull back, trailing kisses down her neck, biting lightly at the spot that makes her gasp, makes her moan.

"Let's try something new," I whisper.

Before she can respond, I grab her thighs and lift her effortlessly. 

"Hold on," I growl, her legs wrapping around my waist as I press her back against the wall. 

She lets out a surprised moan, her fingers clutching my shoulders for support. I can see the anticipation burning in her eyes, her lips parted in a mix of desire and need.

I align myself at her entrance, teasing her as I slide the head of my cock along her slick folds. 

"Fuck, baby, you're so wet for me," I groan, savoring the way her body responds to me. "Tell me how much you want this."

"God, Finn... I need you," she moans, her head falling back, her body pressing harder against mine, begging for more.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck you right here, up against this wall?" I ask, my voice low and dirty, every word a promise.

"Yes," she whimpers, her nails digging into my skin. "Please, Finn... fuck me."

Without another word, I thrust into her, hard and deep, burying myself inside her warmth. Her moan is loud, filling the room, and her legs tighten around me as I start moving.

 "You like that?" I rasp, driving into her harder, each thrust making her cry out. "Tell me how good it feels."

"So good," she gasps, her voice trembling with each thrust. "Fuck, Finn... don't stop."

"I'm not stopping until you're screaming my name," I growl, picking up the pace, slamming into her with raw intensity. "You feel that? How deep I am inside you?"

"Yes, oh my god, yes," she moans, her body arching against the wall, pushing herself closer to me. Every movement, every sound she makes, drives me wild, and I can feel her tightening around me.

"Come for me, Lily," I command, my lips brushing her ear, my grip on her tightening. "I want to feel you lose it for me."

Her moans turn into desperate cries, her body shaking, and with one final thrust, she shatters, her release flooding through her. The way she clenches around me pulls me over the edge, and with a groan, I spill into her, my hips driving forward as we ride out the intensity together, her legs barely holding her up, but I don't let her fall.

"You always end up in control, that was meant to be your punishment" she whispers, her voice soft and dazed.

I chuckle, my hand cupping her chin, tilting her face up so she can't look anywhere but at me. "Punishment, huh?" I raise an eyebrow, smirking. "Baby, you should know by now... I always get what I want."

Her lips twitch into a grin, her body leaning into me. "Yeah, I expect nothing less from you Mr Brookes," she whispers, her voice soft, but there's still that fire in her eyes.

"Good," I murmur, brushing a kiss against her swollen lips. "Because the next time you think you can punish me..." I grip her waist tighter, pulling her impossibly closer. "Just remember who's in charge here."

God, I've missed my girl. 

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