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“Mmm,” the low, approving groan rumbles from him, vibrating against my skin as his mouth closes over the delicate flesh around my nipple.

“Repeat yerself,” he commands, his tone rich with playfulness and intensity, his words a silken threat against my already fevered skin.

When I don’t respond quickly enough, he nips at my flesh, dragging a startled shriek from me that quickly melts into laughter.

The sound seems to ignite something in him, his grin widening as his lips trail back up to the sensitive hollow of my neck. “I’ll have it from you,” he murmurs, his tone teasing yet insistent. “Even if I have to tease—”, he presses a kiss to my skin, “it out—”, his tongue circles around the peak of my nipple “of you.”

Then, with deliberate care, he takes my sensitive bud into his mouth and sucks tenderly, each pull sending waves of pleasure rippling through me.

“Finn...” His name escapes my lips in a shallow moan as he continues his sensual assault. I melt against the hard planes of his body, my hands sliding up his muscled chest to loop around his neck.

“I need you,” I breathe out.

His eyes soften as they meet mine, filled with both tenderness and conflict.

“Say it...” he demands, eyes searching mine with an intensity that strips me bare.

I don’t hesitate this time.

“I am yours.”

The words tremble from my lips, a vow sealed in the quiet of morning, spoken only for him.

And suddenly, there is nothing else—no past, no fears, no world beyond this bed. Only Finn, only us, lost in a dance as old as time but utterly unique to the two of us. Passion surges through me with every beat of his heart against mine.

I am his.

I am his.

I. Am. His.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, the words spilling out like a prayer, voice thick with awe and something far greater than lust. His fingers trail down my already nude body, leaving a path of fire in their wake. As his fingers trace the curvature of my waist, he stops to stare into my eyes.

“I love the feel of you,” he rasps, his voice low and rough with need. “But the colour that enters yer cheeks the moment I do this…” he says, as he runs the pad of his finger right over my clit. “This colour cannae be replicated.”

I can only whimper in response, my hips undulating shamelessly, seeking more of his touch. He obliges, sinking one thick finger, then two, into my tight sheath. I clench around him, my inner muscles fluttering wildly as he strokes me from within.

Stars burst behind my eyelids as he works me higher, his fingers pumping, his thumb circling around my most sensitive pleasure point. The pressure builds, coiling tighter and tighter, until I am balanced on a razor’s edge.

“That’s it,” he encourages, his voice tightened with his own barely restrained desire. “Let go for me. Let me feel you come undone.”

I shatter with a keening cry, my release crashing over me in waves of ecstasy. He works me through it, his fingers never ceasing their skillful ministrations until the last tremors of my climax fade away.

As the haze recedes, a spark of desire reignites. I shift in Finn’s embrace, straddling his muscular thighs as I capture his lips in a searing kiss. My fingers tangle in his dark, wavy locks, tugging gently as I deepen the kiss. He groans into my mouth, his large hands gripping my hips possessively.

“Your turn,” I purr, just before tugging his bottom lip between my teeth before releasing it with a wicked smile. My nails rake lightly down his chest as I roll my hips, teasing, tempting. A feral noise rumbles in his throat, and my pulse spikes when his grip tightens possessively around my waist.

“Tri,” he says, his burr thickening with desire. “You undo me. I cannae think straight for wantin’ you.”

His cock pulses between us, heated and demanding. I roll against him, savouring the way his breath stutters, his muscles tightening under my touch. I want to drive him wild, to watch him lose control the way he watched me.

“I love you, Triona. From the moment I first saw you, and long past the time I take my final breath.”

Tears prick at my eyes, his words striking deep, an anchor tethering me to this moment. I suck in a breath, steadying myself as I brush my lips over his. “And I you. Not just in this moment, not just in this life—but in all the ones that come after.”

His arms tighten around me, but I refuse to let him take control. I push him back, guiding him onto his elbows, my body pressing him down. His muscles flex beneath me, a struggle between instinct and surrender, but I don’t give him the choice. My nails scrape down his chest, leaving a burning trail in their wake.

A deep groan rumbles from his throat. His head tips back against the bed, lips part, and breaths come out ragged. His jaw is tight, the veins in his neck straining as if he’s barely holding himself together—and gods above, the sight of him like this, undone and desperate, makes me ache with power.