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"Hands on the glass," he orders.
I press my palms flat against the window. He kneels behind me, his chest hot against my spine, and his hand slides over my stomach, lowering between my thighs.
His fingers find me soaked, sliding through me and his breath hisses against my neck.
"Look," he says.
And I do. I stare out at the city but find our reflections first. Him and me.
"I see us."
"Exactly." Two thick fingers push into me, and my forehead nearly hits the glass. "And you’re dripping down your thighs because of it."
"Because of you—" It breaks off into a moan because his thumb has found my clit, and he's circling it slowly.
He works me until my thighs are shaking, until I'm riding his hand and swearing at him, and my palms are squeaking down the glass, and then, because he's never once given me anything without making me feel the hunger of it first, he takes his fingers away.
"Fionn, I swear to god—"
"Look at what we have." His dick drags through my wetness, notching against me. "I want you to understand that I’ve built my empire alone, and now I want to build the rest with you."
He pushes inside me in one long, relentless stroke, widening me around every hard inch of him until his hips are flush to my ass.
My gasp fogs the glass.
He's everywhere. Stretching me, filling me, his hand splayed on my stomach to hold me where he wants me, and for a heartbeat he stays buried while my muscles clamp around him.
Sunlight pours over us. His heart slams against my back.
"I don’t give a fuck what anyone says about us." His voice is wrecked. "Do you understand that?"
"I do now."
He drives into me hard, dragging almost all the way out and slamming back in, and I have to brace both palms on the glass to take him. Every thrust puts my breath on the window.
"Harder." I don't recognize my own voice. "Fionn—harder."
He gives it to me until my forehead butts the glass.
"Say it," he grits out, his mouth at my ear. "Say you love me while I'm inside you."
"I love ya."
"Again."
"I love ya— Fionn—"
His hand leaves my hip and covers mine on the glass, his fingers sliding between my fingers, pressing against the ring.
"Come for me, Sera. Let the whole city hear."
His other hand drops to my clit, works it in tight, ruthless circles, and I shatter.
The rush rips through me in a wave that folds me forward, and he holds me through all of it, working me with his fingers and his dick until my body clenching around him drags him over with me.
He comes with my name behind his teeth, his arm like iron around my waist as he pulses cum inside me.
Once he’s done, he eases out and turns me around. We end up facing each other again, wrecked and bare in the morning light. He gathers my hand in his and kisses my knuckles, just beside the ring.
