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She came hard and fast, crying out into the room as she shuddered against his mouth, her swollen channel clamping down on his fingers.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped, wanting the sensation to go on and on.

He didn’t, not until she lay limp and heaving, all the tension in her body dissipated like smoke. Then he left reverent kisses on each of her thighs. He touched his lips to her stomach, the channel between her breasts, the hollow at her throat, as if he was kissing away all the empty places inside her, filling them with love and safety.

She sensed him hovering over her and opened her eyes.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

She smiled. “No, thank you.”

He grinned, but his expression returned to seriousness a moment later. “Really, El. Thank you for trusting me. For letting me love you.”

His gaze pierced hers through the dark and she reached up and touched his face. “Letting you love me is the easiest thing I’ve ever done next to loving you.”

He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her, slowly and gently at first, then with more urgency as his shaft lengthened against her stomach.

Her own desire, temporarily assuaged by the climax that had rocked her bone deep, flared to life. She opened her legs wider, inviting him in, making it clear what she wanted.

He groaned against her mouth and kissed his way along her jaw. “I never stop wanting you.”

A fresh wave of desire pooled between her legs. “Then take me. Please.”

He kneeled between her thighs and positioned himself at her entrance. She looked down, wanting to see him enter her, wanting to watch him disappear inside her.

The sight of him poised to pierce her body turned her need up from desperate to animalistic. She didn’t have to say it. A second later, he thrust into her hard and slow.

She watched him enter her, watched them become one as he moaned.

He closed his eyes. “Jesus, you feel good, Elise. So fucking good.”

She locked her ankles around his thighs and used the leverage to pull him in deeper.

“Finn…”

He pulled out slowly, then drove into her again, watching her face as he thrust into her again. The contrast of the wildfire torching her body and his slow, deliberate movements was almost enough to send her over the edge.

She closed her eyes and picked up his rhythm as he pulled out again. She could feel the tension in his muscles, could sense the orgasm he’d been holding back while she’d had him in her mouth, while he’d made her come with his.

She didn’t want him to wait. She wanted to make him feel the way he’d made her feel, wanted to help him forget everything that had gone before, everything that might come next.

She moved faster, drawing him inside her, withdrawing her hips when he pulled out of her.

She opened her eyes and saw that he was lost, thrusting into her like a man possessed, his body like a velvet hammer into hers, spurring to life the orgasm coiled at her center.

“Come inside me, Finn. Now.”

He groaned, shuddering as she tipped over the edge of her own climax, her channel tightening as he drove into her again and again.

The first orgasm had been a violent kind of pleasure. This time it rolled through her like a series of swells on the open sea. She let herself ride them, rising and falling until there was nothing but the sound of Finn’s ragged breathing, the comforting weight of him on top of her.

She wrapped her arms around him, stroked his back, kissed his shoulders. “Everything’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.”

We’re going to be okay, she thought. She didn’t know how, but she had to believe it.

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Finn leaned back into the spray of the shower, shielding Elise from the heaviest of the spray as he pulled her against his naked body. Her arms snaked around his waist, and she rested her cheek against his chest.

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