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He gave the other nipple the same treatment before leaving kisses along her rib cage, over the softness of her stomach.

He got on his knees between her thighs and lifted one perfect leg to his shoulder. He ran his tongue along her slender calf, touching it to the sensitive skin at the back of her knee until she squirmed.

She laughed softly. “That tickles.”

He nibbled at the inside of her thigh just above her knee. “You’re laughing so I’ll take it as a win.”

It felt impossible. To feel pleasure. To laugh. To love in a world where he could do the things he’d done, where he’d become the man he was.

And yet here they were. Here she was, loving him still.

He loved her more than he’d ever believed possible.

He kissed his way up her inner thigh, the scent of her sex sending a heady surge of longing through his body. In all the weeks they’d been together, all the things they’d done in bed, she’d never let him taste her.

He understood, knew what had happened to her had left scars that ran deep.

But damn, he wanted to bury his face in her, make her come like she’d never come before.

He stopped at the top of her thigh, moving carefully to the other one, savoring the silky skin there, letting it be enough.

“I want you,” she said. “I want your mouth on me, Finn.”

He looked up at her, trying to hide his surprise, not wanting to make her uncomfortable by making a big deal out of it. “You don’t have to do this,” he said softly. “What we have is enough. More than enough.”

“I want to.” Her voice was firm, her eyes glittering with resolve. “I want you to, Finn. Please.”

It was this last word that did him in, the pleading for him to do the thing he’d been desperate to do.

As if he might say no.

He pressed another kiss to her thigh and settled himself between her legs.

He lowered his mouth to her sex.

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Elise gasped as his tongue moved slowly through the folds of her sex. The sensation was so exquisitely pleasurable it was almost unbearable.

She heard him inhale, as if he wanted her scent. A moment later he flicked his tongue against her clit, then circled it slowly, almost gently. She thought she might feel self-conscious when she finally lowered this last barrier between them, but she didn’t.

Maybe it was because he’d been so vulnerable with her, crying in her arms over what he’d done at the mountain house. She didn’t know. She only knew that it felt right to have nothing between them now, right to have Finn be the one to know her in the most intimate way possible.

She sank against the heat of his mouth as he lapped at the tiny bundle of nerves that pulsed at the apex of her sex.

He closed his mouth around it, enveloping it in wet heat, and she cried out, the sound torn from her throat as ripples of pleasure rolled through her.

He sucked, first gently, then harder, drawing her clit into his mouth and touching it with the tip of his tongue.

An orgasm was already building at her center, the need for release matched only by the need for him to fill her.

He stopped sucking and slid his fingers inside her.

She sighed. “Oh my god…”

Her eyes were closed as she floated on a sea of pleasure, her hips moving in time with his fingers and mouth, her body reaching for the promised release.

He seemed to know what she wanted, and she gripped the sheets as he moved faster, lapping like a thirsty animal. She sank down onto his fingers, onto his mouth, wanting to feel him everywhere as the pressure built until it had nowhere else to go.

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