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“Wait.” He held my wrist. “Let me get a condom.”

“No condom.” I rubbed his cock against me, brushing the tip over my clit. “I’ve been tested and I’m on birth control.”

“I’ve been tested, too, and I’ve never been bare with anyone but you.”

“Good.” I leaned up and kissed him. “Then put your cock in me.”

He laughed. “How’s your magic?”

“Under control.”

“If it gets out of control …” His fingers trailed down my stomach, and I trembled in response. He kissed the curve of my shoulder. “Stop me.”

There was no way I’d be able to do that. “Stop yourself.”

“Sorry, bluebird.” He notched himself against my entrance and slowly began to slide in. “But I’ve never had control when it comes to you.”

He moved in and out of me in shallow thrusts, getting me accustomed to his size. My hips jerked and he sucked in a sharp breath. Placing soft kisses on my neck, he continued to move deeper into me. Once he was seated to the hilt, he paused, letting me adjust.

My walls pulsed around him. I was so full, it felt so good, but I needed friction.

“Make love to me, Finn,” I gasped.

He positioned his arms on either side of me, lifting my back to tilt my head back. He pressed his lips against the pulse point on my throat. Working his way up, he kissed me softly as he moved within me. His eyes held so much warmth as he watched me come apart underneath him. My breath quickened, and he continued those long, languid strokes. Building me higher. Guiding me toward the peak.

“Finn.” His name became a prayer on my lips.

“Let go for me, gorgeous.” His forehead touched mine as he continued those tortuously delicious strokes, hitting that spot only he could reach. “Let me feel you.”

My toes began to curl and my legs shook as I tightened them around him. Gripping my ass he tilted me upward, stroking me deeper. My vision began to cloud as I reached the top and my stomach dipped as I fell.

This orgasm unfurled within me, tangled with my magic, and rolled through my system like a full-body sigh. It touched every part of me and settled in my heart.

No one else had ever been able to make me feel like this.

No one else knew how to make me burn.

He went over the edge with me, holding me against him as he lost himself inside me. Sweat-slicked and spent, I wrapped my arms around him, reveling in the feel of his skin against mine. Only Finn. It had only ever been Finn for me.

We held each other for a few moments. Neither of us spoke or moved, not wanting to lose this connection between us. My fingers traced his face in amazement. I couldn’t believe we were here. After all this time, it still felt like we were always meant to be together.

He kissed me then stood and went to the bathroom. When he came back, he had a warm washcloth and he cleaned me with gentle hands. The act felt even more intensely intimate than what we’d just done. This was Finn taking care of me. Just like he’d always done.

Once he finished, he tucked me against him. I turned to liquid in his arms, melting against all his nooks as if I’d been made to mold against him in just that way. This was home. The place I felt safest and the most like myself. As I snuggled against his chest, my arms circled his waist, holding him tight against me.

He let out a deep exhale, as if it were long overdue.

Chapter 12

Finn

Iwokeupearlyto the feeling of my lungs being crushed. I didn’t hate it.

I tipped my chin down to find Thora clinging to me, holding me like she used to. Like she was afraid I’d walk out on her in the middle of the night. Something settled in my chest. A piece I’d been missing clicked into place.

Growing up, no one needed me for anything. I was a throwaway street kid who lost both of his parents to drug overdoses at age ten. I took all my adolescent anger and helplessness out on running small cons on dealers and stealing whatever wasn’t nailed down. Statistically, I was expected to be dead or in jail by eighteen.

I’d been headed that way fast until the day I tried to snatch Darla Wilder’s purse changed everything. Hank caught me by the neck, but instead of dragging me to the nearest police station, he took my scrawny ass to an IHOP and bought me pancakes. It was the first time someone had given me something without expectations.

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