{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.

A smirk tugs at his lips as he reaches out, running a single finger down my thigh, teasing me, making my body hum with need. Just when I think I can't take the waiting any longer, his hand moves lower, his thumb brushing over my clit with a maddeningly light touch.

And then, without warning, he gives me a light smack. The sudden sting sends a shockwave through me, making me jump—my gasp turns into a moan, heat flooding my core in the best way.

I shoot him a glare, but it's half-hearted at best. He knows exactly what he's doing, and the grin on his face tells me he's proud of it.

"Oh, you liked that," he murmurs, his voice a low growl that shoots straight through me.

My breath catches, my body aching for more. "Maybe," I manage, but the fire in my eyes dares him to do it again.

He chuckles, his fingers brushing over the spot he just smacked, soothing and teasing in equal measure.

He slides a finger inside me, slow and deliberate, his thumb circling my clit in a way that has me gasping for air. I arch against him instinctively, the sensation overwhelming.

"F-Finn," I moan, my head tipping back as my body responds to his touch without a second thought.

His eyes darken with satisfaction as he watches me fall apart.

"It's been exactly four months, three weeks, and two days since I last heard you say my name like that," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "I plan on making up for every second."

Before I can even respond, he adds another finger, pumping harder and faster now, and my body clenches around him. I cry out his name again, louder this time, as the pressure inside me builds to an almost unbearable level.

"I'm going to—" I gasp, barely able to form the words, but Finn silences me with a fierce kiss, his lips crashing against mine. His mouth moves to my neck, kissing and biting in just the right spots, all while his fingers continue their relentless pace. It's too much—his touch, his scent, the way he's completely in control.

And then it hits me—white-hot pleasure rushing through me like a tidal wave. I scream his name as my orgasm tears through me, my body trembling, my thighs clenching around his hand. He presses his palm flat against my clit, rough and firm, and I ride it out, grinding against him as I come down from the high, my mind still spinning.

"Fuck... that was..." I pant, trying to catch my breath. My eyes flutter open just in time to watch him strip off his shirt, followed by his trousers and boxers, revealing the full strength of him. My heart stutters in my chest at the sight – I'll never get used to his size – but my mouth waters in anticipation.

His lips curl into a smug grin as he catches my gaze.

"Barely anything," he finishes, his voice dripping with the promise of more. His eyes gleam with wicked intent as he crawls back onto the bed, hovering over me, his skin hot and hard against mine.

"Lilianna Garcia," he says, each syllable rolling off his tongue like a challenge. "Seven syllables in your name... and I intend to make you come seven times tonight."

Before I can fully recover, Finn moves with that fluid, predatory grace I've always loved. His hands slide down my body, rough and deliberate, spreading my thighs wider. The way his fingers grip me, firm but possessive, sends another rush of heat through me.

Then his mouth is on my pussy again, his tongue flicking and teasing as he devours me like he's starving. I can't hold back the moan that escapes me, my body already trembling from the intensity. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as his tongue circles my clit, each stroke pushing me closer to the edge.

I buck against him, my fingers twisting in the sheets, my breath ragged and desperate.

"Finn," I gasp, my voice barely a whisper as he continues, relentless and perfect, dragging me toward another release. My thighs shake, and I can feel it building again, hotter, faster.

And then he does something that almost undoes me completely—he pulls me up effortlessly, tilting me so that his tongue trails lower, licking from my ass crack to my clit in one slow, deliberate motion.

A strangled moan escapes me, and my mind blanks for a moment, only one thought searing through it: That was the sexiest thing I've ever felt.

I grip his hair, pulling him closer, my body arching as he continues with that torturous rhythm, his mouth driving me over the edge again. My orgasm hits harder than the first, a violent wave of pleasure that has me screaming his name, my thighs trembling as I come undone beneath him.

Finn rises above me, his lips glistening, his smirk smug as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "That's two," he says, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Only five more to go."

Before I can even respond, he's shifting me beneath him, positioning me exactly how he wants. His body presses against mine, hot and heavy, his cock already teasing my entrance. I gasp, anticipation coiling tight in my belly.

With one slow, deliberate thrust, he pushes inside me, filling me completely. My breath catches, the intensity overwhelming, and I can't hold back the moan that slips past my lips. Finn doesn't wait; he sets a punishing pace, his hips snapping against mine, each thrust harder, deeper than the last.

I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as pleasure builds inside me, threatening to spill over. His name leaves my lips in a broken moan, and I know I'm close—so close.

"I'm gonna—" I start, my voice ragged, but he cuts me off with a fierce kiss, his tongue claiming mine as his thrusts grow even more intense. My body tightens around him, and with one final, deep thrust, I shatter completely, my orgasm tearing through me with brutal force.

I scream his name, my body writhing beneath him, waves of pleasure crashing over me again and again. Finn groans, his breath hot against my skin as he keeps thrusting, riding out every second of my release.

As the tremors of my orgasm subside and I finally come down from the high, my body goes slack beneath him, completely spent. Finn presses his lips to my ear, his breath warm and heavy. "That's three, Lily," he whispers, his voice low and dripping with promise. "Only four more to go."

I let out a shaky laugh, my chest rising and falling as I try to catch my breath.

"You can't be serious," I pant, feeling my pulse still racing. "How the hell do you have more stamina than I remember?"

His lips curl into a smug grin, his hands sliding possessively over my hips, fingers leaving searing trails against my skin. He hovers above me, his eyes gleaming with that familiar hunger that promises he's far from finished.

"Guess I've had four months, three weeks, and two days to think about exactly how I want to wreck you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss just below my ear, his teeth grazing my skin.

A shiver runs through me as he slowly pulls back, his hands guiding my legs around his waist. The weight of him presses me into the mattress, and despite the exhaustion lingering in my limbs, the heat between us flares again.

"You're insane," I mutter, though there's no conviction in my voice. I'm already craving more—craving him. "I can barely move."

His smirk deepens as he leans down, his lips brushing over mine in a teasing kiss. "Don't worry, butterfly," he whispers against my lips, "I've got enough energy for the both of us."

Without warning, he flips me over, my stomach pressing into the sheets as he positions himself behind me. I barely have time to catch my breath before he's inside me again, his cock filling me completely. A sharp gasp escapes my throat, the sensation all-consuming.

He doesn't hold back this time, his hips driving into mine with hard, deliberate thrusts, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. My hands grip the sheets, my body arching beneath him as I try to keep up with the pace he's setting. It's relentless, and I'm already teetering on the edge again, my body a live wire beneath him.

"Finn," I gasp, my voice breaking as I feel the pressure building again, faster than I thought possible. His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me closer, deeper, his name slipping past my lips in desperate gasps.

"Come for me again, Lily," he growls, his voice rough with need. "I want to hear you scream."

And I do.

The orgasm hits me like a freight train, crashing over me with brutal force, my body shaking beneath him as I scream his name into the pillows. The pleasure is blinding, my world narrowing to the feel of him inside me, and the way he's driving me to the edge and pulling me over, again and again.

As I finally come down, completely wrecked and barely coherent, Finn leans down, his lips brushing against my ear.

"That's four," he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. "Only three more to go."

I can barely think, my body trembling beneath the weight of the last orgasm, and yet Finn shows no signs of slowing down. I'm breathless, spent, and somehow still aching for more. He's hovering above me, his lips brushing the back of my neck as he places soft, teasing kisses along my skin.

"Three more," he whispers again, his voice like velvet, reminding me of the challenge he's set. The sound of it sends another wave of heat through my body, even as my muscles protest.

"You're...insane," I murmur, my words slurred with exhaustion and pleasure, but there's no denying the way my body responds to him. My legs shake as I try to catch my breath, but the need between us is still burning—hot and unrelenting.

Finn pulls back slightly, his hands trailing down my sides, his touch possessive, claiming every inch of me.

"You're not tapping out yet, are you?" he teases, his voice low and smug, knowing full well that I won't. He slides his hands beneath me, pulling me up so I'm on all fours, my body arching into him.

I barely have time to brace myself before he thrusts into me again, his cock filling me with the same ruthless intensity as before. A choked gasp escapes my lips, my fingers clutching the sheets, and all coherent thoughts vanish as he sets a punishing rhythm. His hips slam against mine, and every thrust sends shockwaves through me, building that familiar pressure deep inside.

I'm moaning, completely lost to the sensation, my body responding to his every move. The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room, and it only drives him harder, deeper, like he's determined to break me all over again.

"Fuck, Finn—" I cry out, my voice catching as another wave of pleasure builds, threatening to pull me under once more. His hand wraps around my throat, pulling me up until my back is flush against his chest, his lips grazing my ear.

"Come again for me," he commands, his voice rough and dripping with need. His grip tightens, and the combination of his hand around my throat and his cock driving into me sends me spiralling out of control.

My body responds instantly, my orgasm ripping through me like a storm, violent and all-consuming. I scream his name, my body shaking uncontrollably as he continues to fuck me through it, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until I'm a trembling mess in his arms.

"That's five," he growls, his breath hot against my skin, the sound of his voice sending another shiver through me.

I collapse onto the bed, barely able to move, my body completely spent. Finn pulls out slowly, his hands still possessive on my hips as he turns me over to face him. His eyes are dark, full of hunger and satisfaction, but there's still that promise lingering there—two more.

I stare up at him, trying to catch my breath, my heart racing. "You can't possibly—" I start, but he cuts me off with a wicked grin.

"Oh, butterfly," he murmurs, his fingers trailing down my stomach, making me shiver. "I'm not done with you yet."

I lie there, my chest heaving, limbs trembling from the intensity of it all. My mind is spinning, still trying to catch up with the overwhelming pleasure Finn's wrung out of me, again and again. But as I look up at him, towering above me, completely in control, something nags at the back of my mind. He hasn't come yet.

I push myself up onto my elbows, still panting, my eyes narrowing in on him. His body glistens with a light sheen of sweat, his muscles taut, and yet there's no sign of him losing control—no sign of the raw need he's instilled in me shattering his own composure.

"How the hell haven't you come yet?" I ask breathlessly, a mixture of disbelief and frustration lacing my words. My body feels wrecked—deliciously so—and he's still going strong like he's barely begun.

Finn smirks, his lips curving into that dangerously sexy grin that always sends a rush of heat straight through me.

He leans down, his body pressing against mine, lips grazing my jaw in a way that makes my breath catch.

"Because I'm not done with you yet, butterfly," he whispers, his voice dark, dripping with promise, his breath sending chills down my spine.

I laugh softly, trying to catch my breath, my hands roaming across his chest as I tease, "Do I not do it for you anymore?"

His eyes darken instantly, and a low growl rumbles from his chest.

"Oh, you drive me fucking insane," he murmurs, his voice rough and raw as his lips brush against my ear. The weight of him against me, the heat of his breath, it's all too much.

And then he shifts, pulling out of me slowly, agonizingly slow, and I let out a moan I can't suppress, the emptiness making me ache. But he's not done. He taps the head of his cock against my pussy, sending sparks of pleasure through me, and my body jolts in response.

"See what you do to me?" His voice is a husky growl now, dripping with heat and desire. He taps his cock against my slick center again, just enough to keep me on edge.

"You drive me fucking wild, Butterfly. Every. Single. Time."

I can barely breathe, my body trembling beneath him as I moan again, the teasing tap of him against my sensitive skin making me crave more—need more.

He smirks down at me, his eyes filled with that dark, possessive hunger that always undoes me.

"But I'm not in a rush," he whispers, pressing the head of his cock against my clit before pulling away just as quickly, making my body shudder. "I want to watch you fall apart for me... again."

His lips crash into mine before I can respond, and I melt into the kiss, all the exhaustion in my body fading as the desire flares up again.

His kiss is all consuming, leaving me breathless, his hands gripping my hips like he owns every part of me—and right now, he does. My body hums with the remnants of pleasure, but as his mouth moves over mine, the ache starts building all over again, more intense, more desperate.

His hands slide beneath my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. He positions me just how he wants, and with one hard thrust, he's inside me again, filling me to the brim. I cry out, my body arching into him as the sensation takes over.

He doesn't ease into it this time. His pace is ruthless, each thrust harder and deeper than the last, driving me toward the edge faster than I thought possible. My fingers dig into his back, clinging to him as my breath comes in ragged gasps, my mind a haze of heat and pleasure.

"Finn," I gasp, barely able to form the words as my body tightens around him. The pressure is building again, that familiar heat coiling inside me, threatening to break me apart.

He grins against my skin, his voice a low growl as he whispers, "Come for me, Lily. I want to feel you fall apart again."

And I do.

I scream his name, my nails digging into his shoulders as my entire body trembles uncontrollably. It's so powerful, so consuming, that I can barely breathe, my mind going white-hot with sensation.

I expect Finn to slow down, to finally let us both catch our breath. But he doesn't. His thrusts remain relentless, his cock driving into me with a pace that keeps me on the edge, even as my body trembles with exhaustion.

"Finn," I gasp, overwhelmed by the pleasure that continues to ripple through me. My limbs are shaking, my mind hazy, but the way he keeps moving inside me—it's too much, and yet I can't get enough.

As I shudder beneath him, he keeps going, his thrusts harder and deeper, riding out every last wave of my release. I can feel him holding back, his control slipping as he nears his own edge.

With a low groan, he leans down, his lips brushing against my ear.

"That's six, baby," he murmurs, his voice rough with need. "One more to go."

"H...how" I stutter, still riding out my high.

He growls against my skin, his breath hot as his pace picks up. "I'm not done yet," he murmurs, his voice thick with need. "One more, Lily. I'm going to make you come one last time."

I can hardly believe him—my body wrecked, trembling from the pleasure that's already torn through me six times. But his words, the way he says them with that commanding, gravelly tone, ignite something deep inside me again.

Despite the exhaustion, despite how spent I am, I can feel it building all over again. It's impossible, and yet with Finn, everything is possible.

His hand moves between us, fingers finding my clit with that ruthless precision that has me gasping instantly. The circles he traces are firm and exact, and my body reacts before I can even think, hips bucking into his touch as another wave of heat crashes over me.

"You're going to come with me, baby," he growls, his voice dripping with raw need as his hips snap against mine, harder, deeper. His breath is hot, and every word sends fire racing through my veins.

"I want you to scream my name when I come inside you."

And then, before I can respond, he grips my legs, lifting them to rest on his shoulders, folding me in half beneath him. The new angle sends a shockwave of pleasure ripping through me as he thrusts deep, and I cry out, my back arching, my body overwhelmed by the sensation.

"Fi...," I moan, barely able to form his name as his pace becomes brutal, each thrust hitting deeper, harder than before.

My hands grip the sheets, knuckles white as the pressure inside me builds faster than I ever thought possible.

The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, my entire body shaking violently as I scream his name one more time, loud and desperate. My walls clench around him, drawing him deeper as my mind goes white-hot with sensation, and I hear his groan, raw and guttural, as he finally lets go.

He thrusts deep inside me, his release triggering another surge of pleasure, and I feel him pulse, filling me completely. His hips stutter, the sensation sending another wave of ecstasy crashing over me as I ride out the last throes of my orgasm.

For a moment, time seems to stop. The only sound is the heavy rhythm of our breathing, our bodies pressed together, skin slick with sweat and desire.

Finn finally slows, his thrusts becoming gentle as he draws out every last bit of pleasure. He pulls me tight against his chest, his lips brushing my temple as we both come down from the high. His hand trails lazily over my body, soothing the tremors that still linger.

"Seven," he whispers with a satisfied smirk, his breath warm against my ear.

I let out a breathless laugh, utterly spent but completely satisfied. "You're insane," I murmur, feeling my body melting into his as exhaustion finally sets in.

He chuckles, his hand still resting possessively on my hip. "Maybe," he says, kissing the side of my neck. "But you love it."

I close my eyes, smiling against his chest. "Yeah," I whisper, feeling the weight of sleep tugging at me. "I do."