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“Say it, mo ghrá,” I breathe, dragging my lips up her inner thigh, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses until I can feel the heat of her core against my mouth.

Her answer doesn’t come out as a moan.

It comes in a wrecked, desperate plea. Voice shaking, her body already breaking for me.

“Finn—” she gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair.

“Ruin me. Make me scream, make me beg, make me yours.”

A low, guttural growl rumbles from my chest as I drag my hands down her thighs, spreading her wider, forcing her to open for me completely.

I lean in, my breath hot, thick, spilling over her sensitive skin, letting her feel the anticipation, the certainty of what’s coming.

Then, finally—I let my tongue drag through her slick heat. I give in, my mouth claiming her with an intensity that is as much about love as it is about need.

A gasp—sharp, breathless, uncontrollable—rips from her throat, her hips jerking up, chasing my mouth instinctively.

It’s the most tantalising thing I’ve ever heard, her voice wrapping around me like silk, stoking the fire already raging in my veins.

“You taste like wild honey,” I murmur against her. Her gasp is my reward. She arches into me, her hands tangling in my hair, urging me deeper, and I obey.

There is no part of her I won’t worship, no sound or sensation I won’t commit to memory. She is mine to taste, to love, to bring to the edge and beyond, and I intend to take her there again and again.

My lips find their purpose there, savouring the taste of her. Her body responds to my every move in a way that fills me with a heady mix of pride and devotion. My tongue dances against her clit, coaxing out melodic cries that only deepen my longing to give her more. Every noise she makes is music, a song only I can play, and I give myself over to the rhythm of her pleasure.

“Please, Finn,” she begs. “I want to feel you inside me. Filling me...”

My tongue falters for half a second, the weight of her words like a lightning strike to my spine. Her words are almost enough to have me giving into my need to claim her, but the desire to coax every moment of pleasure out of her before the night is over is stronger.

I drag my lips up her thigh, savouring the way she trembles, and press a final, open-mouthed kiss over her pulsing heat before pulling back.

My eyes meet hers, and the flush dancing across her bare skin further fans the flames of my resolve. “Aye. I’ll give you everything. Every part of me. But I want you ready to take me in, and ye’re not there yet.”

She whines, frustrated.

I smirk. Filthy. Taunting.

I press two fingers deep inside her, and the way she clenches around me is enough to send a shudder down my spine.

She is silken heat, wrapped tight, soaked for me, her body welcoming me with a need that borders on desperation.

I let her feel it, the slow stretch, the deliberate curl of my fingers as I find that spot within her that will undo her completely. The second I stroke it, she gasps, writhes, her thighs quivering at the sheer pleasure of it.

“That’s it, Tri,” I murmur, voice low, nearly lost against the delicate skin of her inner thigh.

Then I seal my lips over her clit, sucking her deep, dragging my tongue over that aching bundle of nerves, rolling it in slow, deliberate strokes.

She is helpless beneath me, her hands fisting the sheets, her legs shaking, her body nothing more than pleasure and need—

And mine.

“Let me hear you fall apart.”

Her head lurches against the pillow as the sound of her pleasure, that exquisite cry right before the final peak, fills the room. The intensity of the moment surges through me—my arousal thunders painfully, and I can feel that all-too-familiar wet heat gathering at the tip.

“Finn!”

My name erupts in a raw, primal cry as she shatters beneath me. It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. Her surrender is my undoing, a perfect blend of vulnerability and strength that leaves me in awe. As the aftershocks ripple through her, I rise, sliding into position above her, just as I’ve dreamed of for countless nights.