Page 60 of The Seer

Taryn moaned, her back arching toward him as his mouth closed over the tight bud.

“Fintan,” she breathed.

Pulling out, he shifted lower to taste her. He flicked his tongue, stroked, circled, and suckled with maddening control. His hands pinned her writhing hips as he tasted his fill. Relentless and focused, like worship was a sacred act and her body his altar. When her fingers clawed the sheets and her legs trembled, he spread her wider, accessing more. There wasn’t a part of her he left untouched.

Taryn’s sexy, ragged little pants were raw and desperate. Music to his ears. And when her orgasm hit, it tore through them both, hotter and faster than lightning. Her body clamped down, shaking beneath him, but Fintan didn’t stop. He licked and soothed her until she was gasping, trembling, claiming she was too sensitive to bear another touch.

He chuckled against her inner thigh and trailed the lightest of kisses up her smooth belly.

“Dude.” Her fingers wound in his hair, and she forcefully urged him upward. “Holy hell, Sullivan.”

“Don’t be thinkin’ we’re done, love.”

“I’d cut a bitch if we were.”

With a chuckle, Fintan sucked her lower lip. “When did ya become so aggressive?”

“You don’t want to know.” She caressed down his neck and the line of his shoulders as she trailed the movement with her gaze. “You’ve filled out more than I would’ve expected.”

Fintan nodded. “No longer a boy.”

“Mm.”

“Ya sound sad.”

“I am. I missed seeing you mature. In a way, it feels like I’m meeting you again for the first time.”

He smiled lazily against her mouth as he thumbed the hardened tip of her nipple. “I feckin’ love how you’ve matured, too, Taryn-Taryn..”

She laughed, breathless, and he felt it to the base of his cock.

Eyes locked on his, she said, “If you don’t move, I’m going to flip us over and do it myself.”

Fintan growled in approval and slid inside, slow and measured. And she took every inch.

Taryn gasped, clinging to his shoulders as her body adjusted around him. She was hot and perfect, and he filled her in a way that left no space for thought. Once fully seated, he paused to enjoy her pleasure through their connection, allowing her to feel his.

Then he began to move in a steady, rolling rhythm that drove them both crazy with the buildup. Every time he pulled out and thrust back in, it was like striking a match. With each stroke, they burned hotter than before. Moving together, their bodies were two halves of a whole reuniting. Every moan, every gasp, every whispered word fed through the link between them and carried them closer to their goal.

Fintan shifted, angling deeper, and Taryn cried out. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, locking her sweat-slicked body with his. Their rhythm turned frantic, desperate.

Her second climax was deeper, full-bodied. When it hit, she shattered with a sob, tightened her legs around his hips, and rocked her pelvis hard against his, as if determined he should feel what she did.

And he did. Seconds later, he followed her over the edge, and her name was torn from his lips as he pulsed inside her, hips grinding to prolong the moment.

After, they collapsed in a tangle of limbs and breath, the room spinning around them.

When he was able to catch his breath, he pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her neck. “If you ever go, you’ll break me,aoibhneas mo croí.”

CHAPTER19

Sleep was elusive, and Fintan spent the remainder of the night watching Taryn. He couldn’t quite believe she was really in his bed or that his mind hadn’t snapped, thrusting him into a fantasy world he never wanted to wake from. Every breath she took solidified the truth and tied him to the present.

For so long, his nights had been haunted by what-ifs. When he’d told her he fell for her from the moment he saw her, he wasn’t lying. Had his ancestors not intervened and held him hostage, he’d have returned to her and never left her side again.

Her trials in the interim had put an ache in his heart, and that pain would remain firmly lodged there forever. If she hurt, he hurt.

He thanked the Goddess daily for Josie’s sacrifice regarding Morcant. Although Taryn was tough, her sister was tougher. It’s not that Josie lacked a softer side; hell, he’d seen glimpses of her future along the way and knew she cared deeply. But she compartmentalized with an ease Taryn would never possess.

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