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It’s agony. It’s ecstasy. I tangle my hands in his hair, cradling him to my chest.

Rory kisses his way down to my stomach. I self-consciously try to cross my arms over this place on my body that I’m most insecure about, but he pushes me away with a growl that makes me melt inside. His hands slide down to my waist, unbuttoning then tugging at my jeans. I lift my hips, helping him pull them off.

The cool night air hits my exposed skin. Rory's eyes darken as he takes in the sight of me.

"You are amazing," he growls, voice husky with desire.

I can’t meet his eyes and look away.

“Look at me, Brigid,” he commands. “Sit up.”

I obey, bracing myself on my elbows, watching as he spreads my knees wide and he looks his fill.

I watch as his eyes darken with want. That this man truly wants me, I can have no doubt.

His head dips between my thighs. At the first touch of his tongue on my clit, I moan, fingers digging into the earth.

Rory licks and sucks. When he slides a first finger inside me, then adds a delicious stretch with a second finger, I nearly come undone.

I watch as his tongue laps at my clit and his fingers disappear inside of me. His eyes are filled with desire and hunger as he looks up at me, intensifying the experience.

I can hear the wet sounds of his mouth and fingers working together, driving me closer and closer to the edge. His sucking is accompanied by my soft moans and his low growls of pleasure, the only sounds in the quiet night air.

I feel my muscles tightening with pleasure "Rory," I gasp. "I'm going to—“

"Let go, love," he murmurs against my flesh. "I've got you."

His fingers curl, hitting just the right spot, and I shatter. Waves of pleasure crash over me as I climax, trembling and crying out his name.

As the aftershocks subside, I open my eyes to find Rory watching me with a mix of awe and hunger.

"That was..." I trail off, still catching my breath.

Rory grins. "Just the beginning."

My answer is to pull him down for another searing kiss.

He comes to me and we lie entangled beneath the stars, our breaths mingling in the night.

"I can't believe I just did that," I say, my cheeks flushing.

Rory chuckles, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I'm damn glad we did."

The moment is bittersweet, a reminder that all the complications still wait for me when we leave this moment. Rory's hand finds mine, our fingers laced together.

"I'll take what I can get, eh?" he says, as if reading my mind.

The night air is colder, but for now, we're warm enough.

Chapter 29

Rory

The scent of Brigid still lingers on my skin the next morning.

I close my eyes, savoring the memory of her taste, sweet like honeyed roses, and her scent,oh man. I wonder if she knows how fucking good she smells, like sugared violets and lavender.

Then I think of how her magic worked its way into my bones. For the first time in years, I felt in control during the full moon. No beast trying to claw its way out, no matter what I wanted it to do.

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