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Simple.

I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, shifting the angle. He bit the tender spot behind my ear and picked up his pace. My hands dug into his hair, gripping his head as my other hand wrapped around his shoulder.

He pulled out, leaving just the tip in before thrusting. Hard. Again and again, hitting the back of me and driving my head further into the pillow. He grabbed my calf and lifted it over his shoulder.

My head tipped back, and a moan escaped as he stretched me.

"Tell me, Ferrios," Fynn said, driving into me once before slipping out. He ran a hand across my leg, still lying on the bed. "Has your training made you as stiff as you are outside this bed?"

"You tell me," I said, but the words didn't come out as snarky as I intended; instead, they were more like a plea.

Smirking, he tossed my other leg over his shoulder and bent me forward, folding me. "That's a good girl," he said.

He slipped a hand between us. He found my clit with his thumb as he pushed inside of me.

A smack sounded, my hand hitting the wall.

"Gods above," I hissed.

Fynn paused, his fingers digging into the side of my hip. His beard brushed against my chin. "There are no gods here, Ferrios," he said, his voice husky and sending a chill down my neck.

Something in me stirred when his voice went that low and turned that primal. The pit of my stomach filled with an untamable fire, roaring fiercely.

"Fynn, please."

"What was that?" he asked, pausing.

My eyes sprung open. My hand flung out, wrapping my fingers around the back of his neck and pulling him closer. "Fuck me, Fynn, or so help me?—"

I gasped, and my hands slapped against the wall as he slammed into me, again and again. We breathed in tandem as if our bodies were connecting on a higher level. Sweat coated my skin and his, but I no longer cared about the heat licking my skin. All I cared about was climbing over that edge with him. With his fingers wrapped around my ankle, his grip tightening, and his teeth scraping, then biting my ankle, I fell over the edge.

And Fynn fell with me.

It was at that exact moment when I didn't know if we could be just friends after what we had just experienced. How could we revert to normal after our bodies connected and after I screamed his name as white stars filled the back of my eyes?

Fynn let my leg fall onto the bed. He leaned over, his teeth scraping the side of my neck and the stars spinning across the ceiling.

I had lied before. There was no way I was going to forget tonight.

Chapter 23

DANI

My eyes sprung open as a weight bore down on my chest. I turned my head to the side. Beside me, Fynn was sprawled across the bed, lying on his chest, with one arm propped beneath his pillow and the other atop me. He was facing the other way, but based on the dead weight of his arm, he was fast asleep.

I gingerly picked up his arm and slipped beneath it.

Tip-toeing into the bathing chambers, I quickly washed up with the rag and the leftover water in the pail. Based on the temperature of the water, none of the staff had been in the room, which I was more than thankful for despite the desire for a warm bath.

Last night, I told Fynn not to be gentle with me, and he wasn't. But now. . .

Now I felt like I needed to wash everything that transpired last night off me.

While I didn't necessarily regret sleeping with Fynn, I couldn't shake the creeping feeling in my gut that last night might have been the biggest mistake either of us had made. It twisted and pulled.

We had crossed a line—a line I wasn't sure either of us had been truly prepared to cross. It was a moment of lust, driven by the enchantment of the solstice.

I hated admitting it, even to myself, but I had never experienced anything like last night. The sex I've had with former partners had been fine—meaningless and quick. None had even been able to make me go over the edge before, so I was used to finishing on my own once the person had left.

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