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Finley’s lips never left her skin as he reached down, undoing his trousers with one hand, the other still gripping her thigh. She felt the heat of him against her, the hard, teasing press of his tip brushing along her slick entrance.
A sharp jolt ran through her, pleasure mixing with anticipation, setting her body ablaze.
He dragged it against her, slow and deliberate, the friction sending a shudder through her as her breath faltered.
It was torturous, this unbearable teasing, the way he held himself just at the edge, holding back, watching her.
His head lifted, and his eyes — dark, wild — met hers. There was something unreadable in his gaze, something that sent a fresh wave of heat pooling deep in her core.
She couldn’t take it.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice raw with need.
His lips curled into a smirk, a wicked thing that sent a fresh ache pulsing between her legs. And then, without another word, he entered her, slow at first, stretching her inch by inch, filling her up completely.
A cry slipped past her lips, swallowed by the way he kissed her, deep and consuming. His movements were unhurried, deliberate, each slow thrust making her back arch, her fingers dig into his shoulders. He was holding back, savoring her, driving her mad with the agonizing pace.
She needed more.
Her hips rolled up to meet his, chasing the intensity she craved, but he stilled, his hands firm on her hips. He shook his head, a silent command, his control firm even as his breath came in ragged pants.
Edin froze, her pulse hammering. That seemed to please him.
His grip tightened, his restraint finally snapping, and then he thrust into her harder, deeper.
She gasped, her body bowing beneath him as he lost himself in her, each movement growing more desperate, more relentless. The sound of their bodies moving together filled the air, mingling with her moans, with his quiet, ragged curses against her skin.
Every thrust sent her higher, pushed her closer to the edge, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside her until she thought she might break apart from it.
And then, with one final, shattering thrust, she did.
The pleasure crashed over her, blinding and all-consuming, her cries lost against his lips as her body trembled beneath him. He followed soon after, a groan torn from his throat as he buried himself inside her, his own release unraveling in waves.
For a long moment, neither of them moved, their breaths tangled, their bodies still pressed together. The world beyond this moment did not exist.
And Edin wasn’t sure she ever wanted it to again.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The morning light filtered through the small window, casting a soft golden hue across the room. The warmth of Finley’s body pressed against Edin’s was a quiet comfort, one she had never known she craved. His arms were wrapped around her, holding her close as if, even in sleep, he was unwilling to let her go.
For a long moment, she simply lay there, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing, feeling the slow rise and fall of his chest beneath her cheek. It was rare, this kind of peace — so rare she almost felt guilty for indulging in it.
But as she stirred slightly, pressing closer to him, a deep inhale rumbled through Finley’s chest before he shifted, his arms tightening around her for a fleeting second before his eyes fluttered open.
Sleep still lingered in his gaze, but a slow, lazy smile tugged at his lips as he looked down at her.
“Mornin’, lass.”
Edin tilted her head up to meet his gaze, smiling back at him. “Mornin’.”
His fingers traced slow, idle circles against the bare skin of her back, sending shivers down her spine.
She sighed, content, and lifted her head just enough to press her lips against his. It was soft, unhurried, and it spoke of lingering warmth and a reluctance to let the world intrude just yet.
He hummed against her lips, deepening it slightly, his hand sliding up to tangle in her hair.
Edin could have stayed there forever. But she didn’t.
