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He nodded. “I’m okay.”

Was it true? Time would tell.

She rolled onto her stomach and stretched to kiss him. It ignited the kindling of his pain in a burst of lust that surprised him with its ferocity. It blossomed in his stomach, stretching its fingers to every corner of his body until he was desperate with need for her.

He pulled her on top of him and cradled her face in his hands. Her eyes glittered in the darkness as she looked down at him, and he wondered if this was inappropriate, if maybe Elise wasn’t in the mood after their heavy conversation.

She crushed his mouth under her own and drove her tongue between his lips. He met it eagerly with his own, groaning at the sweet warmth, the spark that sizzled along his nerve endings.

His cock was rock hard and nestled against her stomach, but he didn’t want to rush. She was a refuge against everything his mind wouldn’t let him forget, the only hope he had of living with what he’d done, who he’d become.

He reached for the hem of her T-shirt and she rose onto her knees, straddling his hips as she finished peeling off the garment. He reached up, covering her bare breasts, pale in the moonlight streaming in through the windows, with his hands.

She started to shimmy off his shirt, and he lifted his torso to help. She tossed it aside and ran her hands over his chest.

She lowered her head and left kisses, light as a feather, along his shoulders, down to his nipples. She took one in her mouth and sucked, and he growled, gripping her hips, grinding his cock against her core.

She took the other nipple between her fingers and pinched, and he sunk into the pleasure-pain of it as desire took possession his body.

Heat flared under her lips as she touched her mouth to his stomach. He touched her head as she moved lower, smoothing the silken strands of her hair, loose around her bare shoulders.

She slipped her fingers under the waistband of his sweats and tugged, sliding them off his hips, freeing his engorged cock.

She moved to the end of the bed and pulled off the fleece bottoms, then removed the boxer shorts she’d been wearing with the T-shirt. She either hadn’t been wearing underwear or she’d taken them off with the shorts, because a few seconds later she was naked.

She got back onto the bed and stopped between his thighs to run her tongue along his shaft.

Pleasure emerged from his mouth in a hiss as she took his head between her lips.

She sucked, stroking the base of his member in time to the sucking motion. He thought he knew what unbearable was until she dropped her mouth onto him in one smooth motion.

He groaned as he hit the back of her throat. His cock pulsed in her mouth as she slowly dragged her lips off him. He reached the end of his patience when she circled his sensitive crown with her tongue.

“Come here, El. I need you.”

She stretched out over him. The skin-on-skin contact sent a torrent of need to the tip of his cock, but he wasn’t ready to dive into her.

Not yet.

He rolled her under him and propped himself up so he could look at her. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Physically, yes. But more than that was the loveliness of her soul, the strength she didn’t know she had, the compassion she managed to show others even after all that had happened to her, the way she still believed life was worth fighting for when she had every reason to give up.

“You’re an angel,” he said, stroking her hair away from her forehead. “My angel.”

She stroked his back, her eyes burning into his. “Kiss me, Finn.”

He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her with all the urgency flooding his veins, all the ferocity — ferocity that had made him kill a man but that also made him want to protect this woman with his own life.

Her knees came up around his hips and his swollen head brushed against the wet heat between her legs. He wanted to bury himself in her, drive into her over and over until there was nothing left in the world but her.

Except he wasn’t ready for it to end, wasn’t ready to return to any reality outside of this.

Outside of them. Outside of her.

He swept her tongue with his mouth and kissed his way down her neck, relishing the sound of her gasping breath, the writhing of her body under his. She made him forget, but he wanted to make her forget too, wanted to carry her to a place where there was only goodness, only light.

He lingered over her breasts, heaving with her shallow breathing, and touched his tongue to one perfectly pink nipple before closing his mouth around it.

She arched her back off the bed and slid her hands into his hair, closing her fingers around the strands, the tug of it riding the line between agony and ecstasy as he nipped at the tiny bud.

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