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smitten.
    “You’re beautiful,” he murmured. She smiled, like a goddess with a secret. She reached down and cupped his face. With her other hand she picked up one of his and guided him to cover her pussy.
    More than willing to satisfy her every desire, Fin tugged the scrap of lace down to her ankles. He inserted his shoulder between her thighs to part her legs. He buried his face into her short curls. Flicking his tongue out, he then tasted her in the most intimate fashion. Wet with creamy juices, she smelled of heaven—rich, musky, salty and all woman. Fin licked her, enjoying her taste. He craved more.
    With two fingers he explored. He opened her slit, her inner flesh hot and plump, fully aroused. He rubbed his thumb over the hood of her clitoris, urging it to pop out. Finding the small nub he stroked his tongue over it, lapping at it and more of her cream. Emily cried out passionately, arching her back away from the door. She pushed her hips harder into him, riding his face and fingers.
    “More,” she pleaded, “I want to feel you inside me. Fuck me, Fin.”
    “Patience,” he crooned. “We have all day, all night. As long as you need.”
    His cock felt like a bar of hot iron in his pants. Fin had to remind himself of his own words. This would always be their first time and he didn’t want to go too fast and have it over before they could explore all their options.
    Wetting two of his digits with her juices, he then teased her, rubbing the pads of his fingers around the edge of her labia. Emily wriggled and cried out, urging him to penetrate her. Fin looked up at her and her dark brown gaze clashed with his. Her cheeks were flushed with need, her body taut with desire.
    She hovered on the brink, clearly about to lose control.
    “Do it,” she insisted. “Fuck me, Fin. I want to feel you in me, taking me, consuming me.”
    He didn’t need more invitation than that. With a small move, he thrust both fingers deep into her pussy. He panted, feeling lightheaded from the heat of his need. Her wet, tight channel closed down around him and clenched him. Emily let her head fall back as a moan shuddered through her body.
    She was the most beautiful sight he’d ever witnessed.
    Lost in bliss, he matched his tempo to the rhythm she set. Emily rocked her hips and he thrust powerfully into her. Fin added more fingers until he stretched her as wide as she could take him. He lowered his head, burying his nose in her crinkled hairs, eating her up. He didn’t care as his face became slick with her juices, he lapped as much as he could up, drinking her as if he were a man possessed.
    When he felt her twine fingers though his hair, urging him on, his heart soared. It was the first time ever he remained oblivious to how he’d look, or whether he’d be mussed or appear inelegant. A fire consumed him—burning from inside out. Only he and Emily existed, and nothing else mattered.
    He felt her grow stiff, tension snapping through her body. He froze, worried for a moment he’d hurt her, touched her some way she couldn’t—wouldn’t—accept.
    “No—” she choked out. Fin could swear his heart stopped at the strangled, desperate word. “More. Don’t stop. Almost there. Fuck.”
    She tightened her fingers in his hair, pushing her point across. Fin resumed fucking her, his digits pressing as deeply as possible. Seconds later she trembled, straining for something, then screamed as her climax washed through her. He could feel her body sucking him, milking around his hand and mouth as he lapped her eagerly. Emily shook with the force as her body came. Fin stole a glance up at her, burning this image of her onto his brain forever.
    She looked wild. Free. Part goddess and part warrior.
    Emily stole his breath away. In that moment, he knew he’d lost his heart to this complicated, mysterious woman.
    When she came down from her peak, Fin pulled his fingers gently out of her. He watched her, and when she lowered her gaze to his, he