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“Make me yours. I need to feel you stretching me, filling me,” she entreats, her voice trembling with desperate fervour, the sound weaving through me like a siren’s call.

In response, a moan erupts from me, a sound that speaks of unbridled desire and instinct, echoing her plea without a single word.

“By the gods, Triona,” I rasp. “Ye’ve got a sinful tongue.”

She meets my gaze with a sultry smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Aye, Finn,” she purrs as she reaches for me, her hand finding the bulge straining against my trousers. I groan as she strokes me through the fabric. “You pull it right out of me.”

Then, with a soft, commanding urgency, she adds, “I need to see you, Finn. All of you.”

I rise and begin shedding the rest of my clothes, each piece falling away at a measured pace as I hold her gaze. I slowly remove each piece with purpose, giving her time to admire my body, just as she asked, revelling in the hungry way she drinks me in. With measured care, I undo the string at my waist and free my aching cock, savouring the profound pleasure of watching her take in all of me for the very first time.

“Oh, Finn,” she says in awe. “You’re magnificent.”

She rises gracefully, her perfect breasts bouncing with each movement. With a deliberate slowness, she loops her fingers around my cock.

“Is this what you want? What you like?” Kneeling before me, she looks dangerously sinful—her eyes blazing with a wild, untamed allure that both seduces and challenges.

All I manage is a low “hmmm,” a murmur of surrender that betrays my helpless passion.

“You feel like the softest velvet in my hand.” She exhales a sultry, heated breath that causes me to jerk in her grasp. My eyes flutter closed as she strokes me, root to tip, marveling at my size and the way I twitch at her touch.

The head of my cock is weeping with arousal.

Hesitantly, as if testing whether I might retreat, she leans in and swipes the tip of her tongue over my slit, collecting the glistening evidence of my need, and I become a man possessed.

I lose the fight to keep my hands to myself, and I move one hand to the back of her head while gently tangling my fingers in her hair, drawing her closer as our shared hunger ignites into a fierce, consuming passion.

I tilt her head up, silently ensuring this is okay.

“Your taste… it’s an an enchanting elixir. I want more. Show me how to move. How to make you come undone at my touch.”

Holy feckin’ inferno and all that is divine.

I take a slow, steading breathe to quell the need for release. Wanting to draw this out longer. “Wrap your hand around my base,” I bite out, and wait for her to position herself there, “and take the tip of me into your mouth.” She smiles before biting her lip.

I leave enough space for her to set the pace, holding my breath in awe as I watch her wet her lips, and draw me into her mouth without ever breaking our locked gaze.

A feral groan escapes my throat—a sound echoing the frenzy of our passion.

Then, as the heat of desire surges through me, a rugged exclamation bursts out—“Ach, you feckin’ braw thing!”—followed swiftly by a raw plea, “Gods… please dinnae stop,” the unfiltered desperation mirroring the savage intensity consuming us both.

She chuckles around my length, and the throbbing vibration sends shudders cascading through me. I’d laugh too if I wasn’t so focused on the exquisite interplay of her mouth and hand, while I struggle to maintain my composure long enough to give her exactly what she’s been begging for.

“That’s it, mo chroí,” I rasp.

The sentiment fuels something wild inside her, spurring her on, and she picks up speed. Every nerve in me ignites, as I can no longer handle the overwhelming sensation, my body trembling beneath the fierce intensity of her movements.

“Triona,” I groan, as my hand covered hers. She pops off of my cock with a look of disappointment in her eyes. I sense her oncoming protest, so lean forward, capturing her lips in a kiss that’s fierce, desperate, and utterly consuming.

“I cannae wait any longer,” I murmur against her mouth. “I need to be yours, fully and completely.”

Her fingers tighten around me as she whispers, “Then take me, Finn. Take all of me.”

I push her back and make quick work as I lower myself onto her with a care that belies the storm raging within me.

I settle between her thighs, the warmth of her drawing me closer. My hands slide down her sides, her skin soft and trembling under my palms, until I reach her hips. I steady myself, my body poised at her entrance.

“It might hurt at first, and you might bleed.”