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I reach between us, my hand wrapping around his cock, and he sucks in a sharp breath. His hips jerk, his steel shaft pulsing in my palm. I stroke his length, my thumb circling the sensitive tip. He's hard and hot in my hand, and I want him inside me, filling me, completing me.
He captures my mouth again, his kiss fierce and demanding. His hands grip my ass, lifting me, and I shift my hips to guide his cock into my heat. Both of us groan as I sink onto him.
Finn drops his head back and I lick the bob of his Adam’s apple. His skin tastes salty and smells of his spicy scent mixed with faint traces of his cologne after a long day.
Closing my eyes, I focus on the sensation of my intimate girl parts stretching to accommodate his size. He fills me completely, and that glorious fullness makes me ache and my breath catch in my throat.
Finn's hands slide up my back, his touch gentle, soothing. He kisses my shoulder, my neck, his lips soft against my skin. "All right?" he asks, his voice barely more than a whisper.
I meet his gaze, marveling at the emerald storm brewing in his eyes.“Meravigliosa.”
He chuckles. “I hope that’s a good thing.”
“It is. It’s wonderful, marvelous… amazing.”
His smile exposes that dimple in his cheek and I lose a little more of my heart to him.
I ride him slowly, my hips rising and falling in a steady rhythm as I coax us both closer to our releases. His hands never leave my body, his touch both gentle and demanding. He meets my thrusts, his hips rising to greet mine, his cock sliding deep inside me.
The fire crackles and pops, casting shadows that dance across our sweat-glistening bodies. The room is filled with the sound of our ragged breaths, our soft moans, and the wet sound of our bodies coming together.
It's erotic, intimate, and I've never felt more connected to another person.
Finn sits forward, arching me back until he can take my breast in his mouth. His tongue circles my nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak. I gasp, my pace quickening, my body chasing the pleasure that's building within me. His hands splay across my bare back, his hold keeping me in place.
I cry out, my body clenching around him.
“Finn,” I gasp, my voice barely recognizable. “It feels so good.”
He growls and leans back, shifting his hold to my hips. The pressure of his grip tightens, and then he takes control, his hips thrusting up into me. His cock drives deep, and I surrender to the bliss.
The room spins in a lazy haze as my pulse races, and my release takes hold.
I cry out, my breath coming in sharp gasps as my senses detonate. The pleasure is blinding and a rush of Italian nonsense spills from me with each wave crashing over me. My pussy is clenching, gripping and throbbing around his cock in greedy abandon.
“Fucking hell!” He groans, his hips locking as his body shutters beneath me.
I collapse forward against Finn’s chest and he rolls us to the carpet, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths ragged and uneven. I rest my head on his shoulder, my eyes closed, my body limp.
Finn's arms wrap around me, holding me close, his heart pounding against my chest.
We lay like that, our bodies entwined, our breath slowly returning to normal. The fire crackles, the wind howls outside, but in here, in this moment, there's only us.
Only Finn and me, and this unbelievable connection that makes no sense.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Nyx
Asharp knock on the door jolts me out of the best dream I’ve had in years. For a moment, I forget where I am. Who I am. What’s going on. My heart is hammering as my mind tries to figure out where I am, but Finn’s protective arm across my ribs anchors me.
I’m nestled against a very naked Dublin Charmer, his ebony hair disheveled and his cock impressively stiff from sleep. I sink back onto the pillow, astounded at the feeling of safety I’ve achieved in his bed.
“Little brother, you awake?” Sean’s voice grows louder as the door opens.
I yank the covers over my head, mortified. Finn’s family knows we’re working together, but do they know we’re sleeping together? Well, if they didn’t, they do now. Man, being caught in his bed by his older brother feels like being sixteen again.
The mattress shifts as Finn sits up. “Aye, what is it?”
