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She hums in response, the vibration pulling another groan from me as she takes me deeper, her tongue working over me in a way that makes it hard to think straight. Her hands press against my thighs, holding me steady as she picks up the pace. My body reacts instinctively, my hips shifting as I fight to stay in control, but she doesn’t let up, and fuck do I love that.

“God, Daph, you’re so fucking good,” I mutter, my voice breaking as she looks up at me, her light eyes dark with desire. The sight of her like this, so focused, so intent on unraveling me, is almost too much.

Her lips slide over me again, her pace quickening just enough to send a shock wave of heat through me. My breathing grows ragged, my body tensing as I near the edge, but she doesn’t stop, her hands and mouth working in perfect rhythm.

“Daphne,” I groan, as the tension coils in my stomach, every nerve ending sparking to life. “I’m gonna come...”

She pops off me, eyes watering and lips swollen. So damn gorgeous I can barely breathe. “Come in my mouth.”

My head falls back on another deep groan, my cock wet and pulsing between us. I lift my head again, meeting her eyes. “You want that, princess?” I rasp, my thumb brushing her bottom lip. “Already full of me, carrying my baby, and you still want me to claim that perfect mouth?”

She doesn’t answer. Instead, she doubles down, her mouth and hands moving faster, harder, until I can’t hold back any longer. “Wanna taste me while you’re already so fucking mine?”

With a low growl, I come into her mouth, my body trembling beneath her as she takes everything I have to give. The intensity leaves me breathless, my heart pounding as I sink back into the mattress, completely spent.

She pulls back slowly, her lips pressing one last gentle kiss to my stomach before she sits up, her hair mussed and her cheeks flushed. The satisfaction on her face is clear, and it makes me smile, even as I fight to catch my breath.

“Damn,” I murmur, reaching out to pull her back to me. Her body fits perfectly against mine. “You’ve officially ruined me, princess.”

She laughs, the sound light and carefree, and I realize how much I love seeing her so at ease with me.

“Good.” Leaning up to kiss me softly, her lips linger against mine. “I’m okay with ruining you.”

I hold her there for a moment, letting the kiss deepen, tasting us both.

And as her breathing evens out, her body warm and relaxed, I know I don’t want to spend another night any other way.

Chapter forty-three

Daphne

15-16 weeks

The house smells like cinnamon and pine when I walk through the door, the familiar scent wrapping around me like a hug. Christmas music hums faintly in the background, blending with the clatter of pots and pans from the kitchen. For a second, I close my eyes and let it sink in. I’ve missed this place.

Hudson suggested I come home for Christmas break. He thinks it’ll help my dad and me smooth things out. I hope he’s right.

“Daphne!” Mom calls from the kitchen. “Is that you?”

“It’s me!” I shout back, kicking off my boots by the door. My bag slips from my shoulder, landing with a thud on the floor. I’m exhausted, but the sight of twinkling lights strung up around the staircase makes it worth it.

“About time,” a voice says, and my head snaps up so fast my neck protests.

Standing in the archway to the living room, arms crossed and grinning like he’s been waiting all day to surprise me, is Finn.

“What the hell?” I blurt, my mouth dropping open. “You’re supposed to be in Australia!”

He shrugs, the grin widening. “Decided to come home for Christmas. Thought I’d give the waves a break and check in on my little sister.”

I stare at him for a second, still processing the fact that he’s here.

“Get over here, you idiot,” I say finally, throwing my arms around his neck.

He laughs, lifting me slightly off the ground as he hugs me back. “Missed you, Daph.”

“I can’t believe you’re here. I need to know everything you’ve been up to,” I say, stepping back to look at him. He’s tanned, his hair bleached from the sun, and there’s a new ease in the way he holds himself. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“Wanted to surprise you,” he says with a wink. “Looks like it worked.”

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