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Is this too much? Should I safeword? No. No. No. I can’t. I won’t. I refuse to surrender to his intensity.

Finn teases his cock against my ass. He runs one hand from my shoulder, down over the curve of my ass, before the sound of him lubing his cock fills the silence between us.

“Oh, faolan. Do you know how hot it is to be the first to fuck your ass? I already know I’ve ruined all other men for you. Having the pleasure of choosing when to violate you this way is an honor.” Finn’s talking distracts me.

Sexy, soft-spoken, taboo words draped in a thick accent are alluring.

His cock slides into my ass. Not stopping.

“Finn!” His name erupts through me in a pained protest. Pained but laced with thick pleasure.

My eyes squeeze shut with fireworks flickering against the lids. The loss of control in my legs is nothing compared to the violent stretch of my ass around his cock.

Finn’s grip on my waist is the only moment I get to prepare. He thrusts hard. I sheath him entirely. My clenched eyelids don’t hold back the tears.

“Fuck, Kathleen,” he moans.

It’s so erotic hearing his voice call my name. Between waves of pain, the thrill of having both holes filled is an unknown level of pleasure.

It hurts too good to stand it. My body contorts, trying to escape him. But Finn’s strength is more than mine, and it’s a pointless attempt. I am wholly at his mercy, and I love it. I love...

A startling snarl and brutal tempo change everything. The pleasurable pain makes its way down my spine, overwhelming me. I lose the ability to do anything but feel. Feel him in and around me. As I come, my voice changes from needy moans to a heavy scream.

Finn bends over the top of me. His teeth clamp but don’t puncture my mating mark as he comes. Loud groans take the place of the snarl.

I melt. His grip is the only thing holding me. Finn’s support is all I feel.

With heavy pants, Finn slows and first pulls himself from my ass and then the dildo from my pussy. I’m hollow and unstable. I fall, with no grace or intent, to the bed.

Tears keep coming, and I try to breathe through them.

“Shhh,” Finn coos.

The awareness of his absence is banished by the warmth of his return. He lies down behind me, pulling me farther onto the bed with him. The comforter is wrapped around me, and I’m cocooned in the safety of him. He grounds me as if I were a violent lightning storm finding its way to the earth.

The contrast is unbalanced, and all logic falls apart. Body and mind melt into an uncoordinated and overwhelming sensation.

“Oh, faolan. Such a good girl,” he praises, then kisses the back of my neck and shoulder.

The way he nuzzles against my ear and wraps an arm around my body soothes the pain.

“So strong for me,” he whispers. “You took so much more than I expected and so well.”

Chapter 38

Finn

Lena gasps for air, and I pull her flat, shuffling back to allow her airways to open.

Her arousal fades, and the intense feeling of sub drop filters through our thready connection. Despite the lack of connectedness, intense whirling emotions fade in and out. She’s dropping out of subspace quickly and into the darkness of her own mind.

Lena shivers, her body crashing from the intensity.

Running my hand along her arm, I keep talking, trying to hold her attention. “You were so strong through that. No one has ever handled me so well. I don’t have words for how sexy you are.”

“Finn,” she whispers between heavy breaths.

“I’m here, Kathleen.” I kiss her temple.

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