Page 57 of Claimed By Fur and Fangs

She shook her head, her hands tightening on my shirt.

“No, I mean… stay with me. Here. On the bed. Just… hold me. I need to feel you.”

I hesitated, my self-control wavering. Her closeness tested me, but her fear and the way she clung to me shattered any resistance.

“Okay,” I said softly, my voice rough. “I’ll stay with you.”

I lay beside her, and she curled into me, seeking warmth. Holding her close, I stroked her hair as her body slowly relaxed.

“Thank you for being here with me,” she whispered, her voice muffled against my chest.

I held her tighter, heart racing. Her closeness, her scent, it was too much. She turned, her eyes meeting mine, and the tension between us ignited. Control slipped, and all I could think about was her.

“Finn…” she whispered, her voice trembling but filled with something else, something that made my blood run hot.

I swallowed hard, my grip on her tightening.

“Amelia don’t look at me like that,” I said, my voice low and rough. “I’m trying to keep control here, but if you keep looking at me like that, I might lose it.”

She didn’t look away. Instead, she moved closer, her body pressing against mine, her eyes never leaving mine.

“What if I don’t want you to keep control?” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “What if that’s what I want?”

My breath caught in my throat, my heart pounding so hard I was sure she could feel it.

“Amelia…” I warned, my voice strained. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“I do,” she said, her voice steady now, her eyes burning with determination. “I want you, Finn. I want this. I want you to make me yours.”

Her words shattered the last of my restraint. I cupped her face in my hands, my gaze locked on hers.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice rough with need. “Because once I start, I’m not stopping.”

She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Kiss me like its last day on earth…”

I crashed my lips onto hers, the kiss fierce and desperate, and all the pent-up tension between us exploded in that one moment. She responded immediately, her hands tangling in my hair, her body arching into mine.

“Ahh…” Amelia moaned softly.

I pulled back just enough to look at her, my breathing ragged.

“Amelia…” I growled; my voice thick with desire. “You’re mine. Do you understand? Mine.”

“Yours,” she whispered. “Always yours.”

And then I kissed her again, deeper this time, my hands roaming over her body, claiming her in every way I could. The fire that burned between us consumed everything in its path.

I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down her jawline to her neck, where I nipped gently, earning a soft gasp from her.

"Finn," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Don't stop."

I didn’t intend to. My hands moved to the hem of her shirt, fingers brushing against the warm skin of her waist. I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, searching for any hesitation. There was none.

"Are you sure?" I asked again, my voice rough, though I already knew the answer.

"Yes," she breathed, her hands gripping my shoulders. "I need you, Finn. All of you."

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