Page 110 of Scrum Heat

“Oh, sweetheart,” I rasp, hands locking onto her hips. “You’vealwayshad me.”

Her nails scrape lightly down my chest, dragging a shudder out of me that I donottry to hide. She leans forward, teasing, hair falling around us as she kisses me—slower now, coaxing, claiming.

“I want to make you feel good,” she whispers. “Let me?”

“You don’t need permission,” I groan. “Take what you want.”

And she does.

Her fingers slide between us, tugging at my waistband, eyes never leaving mine as she pulls me free and shifts her hips just enough to rub the entire length of her slick cunt along my cock. I swear under my breath, hips jerking up as her body moves—grinding, slow and filthy, dragging moans out of both of us.

“You’ve been teasing me,” she says, voice soft but edged with heat. “Kissing me, looking at me, being obnoxiously good with your hands.”

“Not my fault you keep wearing tiny dresses and making sex noises every time you eat my banana bread.”

She laughs, and then gasps when I buck up against her. Her hands land on my chest again for balance, and then she sinks down.

Slowly.Torturouslyslowly.

I feel every inch as her body stretches around mine—wet, tight, and perfect. She’s panting, while I’m dying.

“You okay?” I manage, barely.

She nods, mouth open, eyes half-lidded. “So full. You feel…”

“Say it.”

“Good. Sofuckinggood, Finn.”

She starts to move; slow at first, then deeper, then dirtier. Her hips rolling and grinding, thighs flexing, her body claiming mine with every drag and thrust and whimper. My hands grip her hips, guiding, grounding, because if I don’t hold on, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.

She leans down and kisses me again, all teeth and heat and hunger, moaning against my mouth as I thrust up into her in time with her rhythm.

“Fuck,” I gasp. “You’re gonna kill me.”

She smiles. “But what a way to go.”

I don't know how long we move together like this—grinding, gasping, chasing the edge with no shame and no space between us. She rides me harder and faster as her slick clings to me,coatsme, lets me slide in deep and stay there, her body gripping mine with every thrust.

My voice is raw as I shower her with praise. "You feel...Christ, you'reperfect."

She bites her lip, her hips faltering as I thrust up again—slow and hard and deep enough that shewhines.

“I want more,” she pants. “I want all of it.”

My whole body locking under hers as I groan, teetering on the edge. “Frankie,” I hiss, staring up at her. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she nods. “I want you to claim me, Finn. I’ve wanted it since day one.”

My heart pounds so hard I swear she can feel it. It echoes in my ribs, my throat, my fingertips pressed against her skin. The bond I’ve been aching to thread with her—the one that’s hovered just out of reach since the moment she curled up in my lap, laughing at something stupid I said—is right there, waiting.

She’s blinks down at me like I’m something worth choosing, and I push up on my elbows and sit back against the headboard, hands steady even though nothing inside me is. One hand slips to her hip, holding her there. The other comes up to cup her jaw, slow and careful.

“I won’t hurt you,” I say, and it’s a vow. A promise wrapped in breath.

“You won’t,” she whispers in agreement.

“I’ll be yours,” I breathe. “Always.”

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