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Nyx shifts slightly with the change in my height, her body still coiled loosely around Stephanie’s throat.
“You’re going to come on my tongue, love. You’re going to give the last pieces of yourself that you’ve been keeping from me. I want to see you break so I can piece you back together,” I tell her.
I push her knees wider. My hands grip her thighs, firm enough that she can’t mistake this for anything less than ownership.
And I bite down on the flesh inside of her thigh, making her cry out.
When my mouth finds her, she gasps, the sound vibrating through me. I keep my gaze locked on hers, refusing to let her look away.
“Finn, she’s getting tighter,” she breathes out.
That panic flickering in her voice.
“Just relax for me, baby. She won’t hurt you, I won’t hurt you,” I tell her.
Every flick of my tongue is deliberate, every draw of breath from her chest a mark I’m burning into memory. She tugs against the cuffs, not knowing what to do with herself. All her power has been stripped.
And yet, she’s never had more control over me than right now.
I want her helpless like this. Not from fear. From need.
Her eyes hold mine, even as her breathing stutters, even as her body trembles. I see the exact moment the wave takes her. Her pupils blown wide, her mouth parting in a sound she doesn’t try to hide.
“Keep your eyes on me, love.”
She obeys my command, and a jolt stabs me through the heart. Not in a painful way. In a way that makes me feel whole.
“Come for me, temptress.”
And she does, bound and crowned in Nyx, and she doesn’t look away. Soaking my face, I drink her in.
It shreds something in me I thought was indestructible.
Every barrier, every defense I’ve built to keep myself untouchable—it’s gone.
Because this woman doesn’t just take my darkness.
She makes me want to give her everything I’ve been guarding all my life.
And for the first time, I know it with absolute certainty.
I’m in love with her.
I don’t need scans and tests to know that.
Chapter 70
STEPHANIE
He carefully removes Nyx from my neck before settling her around his. It’s almost as if they calm each other, like two predators that only breathe easy in the presence of their own.
“What happens now, Finn? You know everything. I’ve played by your rules, your trials. You know everything, yet you’re still hiding from me.”
His stare doesn’t falter. Not even a flicker.
He simply nods, then moves behind me. I hear the faint rustle before he returns without Nyx. Without a word, he unbinds my wrists. I shake them out, blood rushing back in sharp pins and needles.
My whole body is wound tight.
