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"Yes, yes, yes," I moan. "Please. Harder, faster, anything." My insides quiver with want. The need for him to take me is overwhelming. My body has adjusted to his rock-hard intrusion and now craves the release he can give.
"Sweetness." He pushes in a little deeper. "So hot and wet and tight." He holds onto my hip as he works up a slow and steady rhythm, owning me completely–so much more than anyone else ever has. And somehow, it doesn't scare me.
Instead, I love it. I even begin to think that maybe I lovehim.
His hips are moving more erratically now, his fist grasping at the base of his cock between us before he pulls out, shooting hot jets of cum across my stomach and breasts. He grins like a rogue, using the tip of his cock to rub his come around my skin.
“Why don't you come inside of me?” I finally chance to whisper.
“I need to mark what’s mine first but next time,” he hisses, sucking at my earlobe, “I’m going to empty himself in this sweet pussy and leave you nice and full.”
I crawl into his arms, my hair glistening with sweat as breathless pants take over my body. “Are you done with me already?”
“I'll never be done with you. You captivate me.” I bat him on the chest and giggle. “I love hearing you laugh, I want to listen to it for the rest of my life,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my lips. “As much as I want to bend you over and spank that pretty ass of yours, we should get you in bed—it's pretty late.”
Chapter Fourteen
Finn
I glance at Tessa, her face framed by the golden light filtering through the basement windows. Her hair’s a mess, her hands still smudged with dirt from salvaging her greenhouse, and she’s staring at the remnants of her plants with a mix of exhaustion and resignation.
“Come on,” I say, my voice rough from lack of sleep and too much emotion. “You’re staying at my place.”
She blinks, startled. “What?”
I don’t give her time to argue. Scooping her up, I feel her tense before she softens, melting into my chest like she belongs there. “You’re not spending another minute in this mess. My cabin’s warm, dry, and there’s a bed with your name on it.”
Her eyebrows lift, a spark of the feisty banter I’ve come to crave flickering in her eyes. “Oh? And where will you be sleeping, Mr. Taylor?”
I smirk, adjusting her in my arms. “Wherever I damn well please.”
Tessa huffs a laugh, but there’s no fight in it. She’s too tired, too worn out from the flood and everything else life’s thrown at her lately. I get it. I feel it too.
Shep greets us the second we cross the threshold of my cabin, his tail wagging so hard it thumps against the wall. He sniffs Tessa, then licks her hand like he’s been waiting for her his whole life.
“Looks like I’ve been replaced,” I mutter, setting her down gently on the couch.
Tessa scratches behind Shep’s ears, her smile soft and tired. “He’s got good taste.”
I grunt, pretending to be annoyed, but I can’t help the corner of my mouth quirking up. Watching her with Shep, the way she fits so effortlessly into this space, into my life... It does something to me. Something dangerous. I want her again, my cock still flexing behind my jeans ready to sink myself inside of her warmth.
I grab a few logs from the stack by the fireplace and throw them on, stoking the flames until the cabin fills with a warm, golden glow. Tessa leans back against the couch, her eyes half-closed as the firelight dances across her face.
“You always this bossy?” she asks, her voice teasing but laced with something softer.
“Only when someone needs taking care of,” I reply, settling into the armchair across from her.
Her gaze meets mine, steady and searching. “And you think I need taking care of?”
“Everyone does, now and then.” I lean forward, resting my forearms on my knees. “You’ve been running on empty, Tessa. You’re always the one taking care of everyone else at that job of yours… Let me help.”
She swallows, looking away, and for a moment, I think she’s going to push back, to throw up those walls she’s so good at building. But then she nods, just once, and it feels like a victory.
We sit in silence for a while, the crackle of the fire the only sound between us. I should be exhausted, but the weight of herpresence keeps me alert, like she’s a puzzle I’m finally starting to piece together.
“You’ve got a knack for this,” I say, breaking the quiet.
“For what?”
