Page 59 of The Seer

“Should we start a timer?” he teased.

Comprehension escaped her. “For what?”

“Two hours from now.”

“Shut up and get to snogging,” she growled.

Their mouths met, and this time, it wasn’t teasing or tentative. It was hungry but reverent, and laced with everything they hadn’t dared say out loud.

His weight settled over her as her thighs parted, welcoming him closer, and she felt the hard press of him between them. Her breath caught as he stroked her, fingertips lightly dragging over her bare skin as if he intended to memorize the shape of her. When he finally slid his fingers lower, finding her slick and ready, she rocked into him with a soft curse.

“Fintan…”

He worked her with slow, deliberate precision. Circling, teasing, dipping. Never too much, never too little. Just enough to keep her on edge. She writhed beneath him, her hips lifting of their own accord, chasing the pressure, and her world narrowed to sensation.

She mapped the grooves of his spine and dug in as he rolled his hips to find the right alignment. When he finally entered her, it was a slow slide that stole her breath and made her toes curl.

Neither of them spoke for a long moment.

“This…” He braced himself above her, forehead to forehead, his breath ragged. “This feels like comin’ home,aoibhneas mo croí.”

“Yes.” Taryn pulled him in for another kiss.“And I never want to leave.”

“I never want ya to, either.”

He moved in a deep, deliberate rhythm that made her body rise to meet his without conscious thought. Their magic pulsed with each stroke, heat building between them like a live current. Her nails raked lightly over his shoulders, anchoring her against the storm building inside her.

But he didn’t give her what she expected. Not yet.

Fintan’s mouthfound her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone, anywhere he could reach and still stay sheathed within her warmth.

“I know this is new for you.”

She snorted a laugh. “Not hardly.”

“Shhh, woman. I’m tryin’ to have an honest moment here, yeah?”

Taryn mimed zipping her lip, then ruined it with a grin and a grab.

He stilled her hand.

“It’s not the sex that’s new, Taryn-Taryn. It’s the trust.” He brushed a kiss on her cheekbone, his voice quieter now. “And I aim to prove it’s worth it. That we’re worth a second chance.”

Her love—bold, bright, and more magical than anything he’d ever experienced—blasted through their link, embracing him but ruining him at the same time.

Fated mates were gifted with bonds like theirs, and he expected, no matter how long he lived, he’d never feel this close to another. Never desire another woman with the intensity he felt for Taryn.

“I feel exactly the same,” she whispered, staring at him with something akin to awe.

He nodded slowly, forehead resting against hers. “Aye, and I’ll earn every second you share with me. I’ll never stop strivin’ to make ya happy, Taryn-Taryn. I promise.”

There was no more talking after that.

Fintan kissed her again—deeper this time, hungrier. Positioned between her thighs, one of his hands cradled her hip, and he slid the other up her side to cup her breast. His thumb brushed her nipple, and he sent a magical pulse across the delicate flesh.

She gasped into his mouth, causing his grin.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Every fuckin’ inch of you.”

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