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He found his way between her thighs and played with her until she was shimmering so bright she fell apart all over again. But he kept going. He used his mouth and he wrapped his arms around her hips, then held her there as he ate her like a dessert.

And by the time he crawled back up the length of her body, she didn’t know her own name. She was limp, lying there spread out with abandon, and all she could do was follow his every movement, greedily, waiting to see how much more pleasure he could wring out of her.

He reached for something on the table on the side of the bed he’d claimed. Kitty watched curiously, realizing after he’d rolled the whole thing down over himself that she was watching him secure their protection. Something she hadn’t thought about at all, which wasn’t like her.

But she didn’t have time to castigate herself, because he was over her again, crawling between her legs and grinning down at her as he reached down between them and lined himself up with her heat.

“I know it’s supposed to hurt,” she said. Magnanimously, in her opinion.

He only smiled and slowly, slowly pushed his way inside of her.

And it didn’t hurt at all.

Which wasn’t to say it felt good, either.

It was so strange. He was enormous. And Kitty wasn’t sure she understood what it meant to be filled like this. He seemed to go on and on, and it was so new and strange. The pressure of his hips on hers, the way her body seemed to have to fight to accommodate him.

But for some reason, she decided that she wanted this more than she wanted to stop it. She couldn’t even have said why. There was just something about the way he was doing this. Again, it was that patience, as if he didn’t care if it took him seven years to make this happen.

Even thinking things like that made her start to soften. It made her whole body less tense, as if she was welcoming him in.

And they could both feel it when he managed to seat himself inside her, all the way.

Finn stayed like that for a moment, holding himself above her with his elbows braced on either side of her head.

“That frown on your face,” he said, in a low, raw sort of voice, when she hadn’t even realized she was frowning. “You have no idea what it does to me.”

That made her frown even more, and he laughed.

“I’m not going to lie,” she said. She moved a little bit beneath him, feeling that intensity inside of her that was him—so big and hard, filling her up in a way she didn’t know how to handle. There was no way to move to avoid it, either. No matter what she did with her hips, with her butt, it just underscored how deeply lodged he was inside of her. “But this is something of a letdown after the rest. If we’re being honest here.”

Finn looked delighted by that. There was a light in his blue eyes and he laughed, then leaned down to pull her bottom lip between his teeth. Which was also something she would have said, without a shred of doubt, that she would never have liked.

But it turned out she did.

“Let’s see if I can change your mind,” Finn said, with all that laughter in his voice and in his gaze.

And then he began to move.

At first, it was slow. Careful and easy. He shifted back a little bit, then forward a little.

He seemed to be watching her closely, and this time, when Kitty couldn’t figure out what to do with her hands, she just put them on him. And she found that deep valley between his shoulder blades and all those muscles on his back. She liked that.

Finn moved a little quicker, a little deeper. He pulled out farther, and surged back inside of her. And she’d seen actors pretend to do this on screen too many times to count, but she had never felt anything like this before in her life.

She had nerve endings she didn’t know anything about. She had a whole body that felt bright and free at last, all because of him. All because he was inside of her.

Kitty felt as if finally, after all these years, she was connected to something she hadn’t even known she was missing.

It made her feel dizzy. It made her feel wild, and hungry for more.

He dropped his head and put his mouth on hers again, and that was too much. Too much, but she loved it and so she kissed him back.

But then she couldn’t maintain the kissing. Not while so many other things were happening. Because his chest was against her breasts again, and her nipples were so rigid, and there was so much friction and heat and longing—

And this time it punched through her like a fist, and the explosion was like fireworks, but the kind that went on and on forever.

But she was pretty sure, by the way he groaned into her neck, that he came with her.