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He stifled another groan and unbuttoned his shirt as fast as he could. Then he kissed the soft swell of her stomach and unfastened her pants, worked the zipper, and pulled them off her hips.

She was stretched out in nothing but the pink lace that covered her mound, looking up at him with a need that mirrored the lust storming his body like an invading force.

He knelt between her knees and closed his mouth over the pink lace, feeling the heat of her sex, hidden from him by the smallest scrap of fabric. It only made him want her more, the denial strangely erotic, and he felt his cock lengthen and harden between his thighs.

He watched her face as he slipped two fingers under the border of her underwear.

She closed her eyes as he found her wet heat, sinking his fingers into her tight channel.

She sighed. “Oh my god…”

“You’re so wet, El. So tight.”

He knew what it would feel like to sink into her, to feel her warmth envelop him, clamp down on his shaft as he pushed through her channel.

His cock throbbed, desperate for release. Since she’d let him taste her for the first time, he’d spent hours exploring her pussy with his tongue and fingers, lapping at her juices as she came again and again, reveling in the newfound intimacy, in the pleasure he could make her feel.

But now he wanted only to be inside her, to be buried balls deep in her sweetness until they came together.

He withdrew his fingers and pushed aside the pink lace, positioning his cock at her entrance, feeling half-drunk with his need for her.

“I need to fuck you now, El.”

“Yes.” She lifted her hips, pushing the swollen head of his cock into the opening of her channel as she looked at him through half-closed eyes.

She cried out when he drove into her, and he held still for a few seconds, using the time to draw one of her hard nipples into her mouth, sucking until her hips started moving under him, moving with him.

He had to force himself to drag back through her tunnel, the promise of release the only incentive for leaving her slick heat.

She lifted her knees around his hips, and he pushed into her again.

And again.

Sinking deeper. Thrusting hard and fast, her hips rising to meet his as their bodies rocked together, lost in the need for release, both reaching for their own orgasms.

He didn’t have the presence of mind to want it to last. He wanted only to occupy every inch of her, to be absorbed by her, to disappear into her, a consummation of everything they’d been afraid to say, everything they’d finally said.

“Finn,” she gasped.

She was going to come. He could feel her teetering on the precipice, her pussy locked down on his shaft, forcing him to push harder into her.

He reached between their bodies and felt for her clit, rubbed circles over the tiny nub with his thumb while he fucked her.

Finn barely registered her scream as she came, barely registered the fact that Ronan would probably hear them.

He didn’t care. He let go, spilling into her with a groan, driving into her again and again until he was sure he’d wrung every shudder, every tremor from her.

Now there was nothing between them and their future together.

Nothing but Achilles.

26

Elise woke the next morning feeling sore, aching in the best of ways from the night she and Finn had spent wrapped up in each other’s bodies. Up until now, Finn had been so gentle with her, their lovemaking slow and tender even when it was breathtakingly passionate.

The night before had been different. The conversation on the bridge, the truth that had finally spilled out, had lowered the last of the emotional barriers between them.

It had been like the breaking of a dam, the floodwaters washing over them in a torrent of passion that kept them up most of the night, Finn taking her in every imaginable way, his hands and mouth and tongue leaving no part of her unmapped.

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