Destroy My Life In You-Chapter 113: Hot Desires

Nyx staggered down the endless corridor of the palace, one hand trailing along the cold wall as she muttered under her breath.

"Why the hell is this place so big?" she grumbled. "Who needs this many damn hallways?"

Her heels clicked unevenly against the floor as she swayed, more annoyed than drunk now. She caught the edge of a decorative vase with her elbow and cursed under her breath.

"Bloody hell," she snapped, steadying herself with a groan. "Of all nights—"

A voice behind her interrupted. "Did your noble saviour finally ditch you?" His voice was full of mock she was familiar with.

Who else could it be except for Finn. Nyx simply paused, her expression unreadable but somehow distant. And then, without turning saying a word, she continued walking.

Finn’s jaw clenched at the sound of her heels clicking away from him. The fact that she didn’t even spare him a glance was enough to snap whatever fragile restraint he had left.

In a flash, he was in front of her, slamming a hand to the wall beside her head, forcing her to stop. Her back hit the surface behind her with a light thud, but her gaze didn’t waver. She looked him directly in the eyes.

"What do you want, Finn?" Her voice was flat as she tried to retain the cool face.

Finn didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in suddenly and captured her lips with his. There was no gentleness in. Just heat, fury, as if he was drowning all his anger into her. He kissed her roughly because he was angry she’d let someone else hold her. It was like he was punishing her, for avoiding him, for choosing silence, for protecting another man. Somehow, this feeling he had for her was too strong to hide it anymore but she had been avoiding him.

Nyx immediately pressed her palms against his chest, trying to push him away. But he caught her wrists and dragged her arms around his waist. Holding her hands firmly in place with one hand, he used the other to cradle the back of her head and deepened the kiss, devouring her relentlessly.

Nyx eye’s fluttered shut as he refused to let her go. Every second was overwhelming and confusing for her. She could still taste liquor on her tongue and frustration in her chest. But the moment his lips refused to break away, her thoughts scattered.

She was furious at him. He had hurt her enough and she was tried of it. Now that she was willing to step away, why would he come tempting her like this. And gods help her, she wanted him just as badly.

When he didn’t pull away, when he made no move to stop, something in her broke and she decided to let loose fir tonight. By the next morning, she would disappear like last time and pretend as if nothing happened.

With that, her lips moved against his on instinct, meeting his intensity with her own. She kissed him like she hadn’t tried to erase the way his mouth felt on hers. And she hated how badly she missed it.

Her body arched against him as her lungs begged for air. Only then did he pull back, just slightly, giving her a second to breathe. She gasped, but before she could speak, he was on her again.

His hands slipped beneath her shirt, palms spreading over her bare skin, tracing the warmth he had missed. Her fingers fisted in his hair as her soft moans escaped between stolen breaths, and his name tangled somewhere in them, half-sigh, half-plea.

"Finn..."

But whether it was a warning or a whisper, even she didn’t know.

Because in that moment, neither of them was thinking what would happen next. They were only feeling everything they had spent so long trying to bury, precisely Nyx.

Finn let out a low groan at the sound of her voice, his hand sliding down her side and gripping her thigh. In one motion, he lifted her leg around his waist, positioning himself flush between her legs. The hard press of his arousal against her made his desire unmistakable. Just a kiss from her and he was already losing control.

Nyx gave him a wicked smile, pulling back slightly. Her finger pressed against his lips, halting his next move.

"Do you want to fuck me right here?" she asked, voice low and teasing.

Finn didn’t hesitate. His eyes burned into hers, dark and unfiltered. "Yes."

She tilted her head, raising an eyebrow. "What if someone sees?"

Without blinking, he replied, "I’ll kill anyone who sees my woman naked."

The words made her freeze but she recovered quickly. "I’m not your woman," she said slowly, unsure whether to challenge him or remind herself.

Finn didn’t answer that. Instead, he grabbed her other thigh, lifted her effortlessly, and began walking. His steps were swift and urgent like he couldn’t wait anymore. He found the nearest room, kicked the door open, stepped in, and shut it with a firm click.

Inside, he looked at her, still holding her against him. "Is this okay?"

"Shut up and kiss me."

He didn’t need to be told twice. His lips found hers again, and he carried her to the bed, laying her down with a care that contrasted his hunger. Her top was the first to go down, then his own shirt quickly followed.

He leaned down, kissing her neck slowly, then lower. His mouth trailed over her collarbone, between her breasts, down to her stomach. Her fingers tangled in his hair, a soft moan escaping her as heat built between them.

He unfastened her trousers, sliding them down with purpose. Then he reached for his belt. His hands moving fast until Nyx caught his wrist.

With one swift motion, she pushed him onto his back and straddled him.

"Let me," she murmured, voice dripping with intent.

She held his belt, eyes locked on his, then slowly began to undo it. Finn’s breath hitched as he watched her, every nerve alert under her touch.

Now left in just their undergarments, Nyx leaned close, her lips grazing his cheek before settling near his ear.

"Do you like it when I take the lead?"

He didn’t have time to answer because her mouth claimed his again, slow and deliberate.

She pulled back just enough to whisper against his skin, "I know you do."