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she’d learned, everything she’d become. Fin did it all so easily though. She found herself envious.
    Emily followed him to the couch, her mind going crazy. She wanted him desperately, but fear held her back. Her secrets all piled up in her chest, threatening to drown her. How could she possibly have thought they’d be able to make anything together? In that instant he seemed like a mythical being. Perfect, open, trusting and free. She’d never felt more like a demon, a monster.
    Fin lay down on the couch and held out his hands to her, waiting for her to climb onto him. For a crazy moment she thought about running.
    “Let it go, Em,” he said, seeming to read her mind. “Right now there’s only you, me and this feeling between us.”
    Emily straddled his waist and pressed her hot core against his thick shaft. Hesitant again, she bent to kiss him. When their lips touched—exactly the same as before—all thought fled. He was right. It was just the two of them, nothing and no one else.
    It was as if her earlier orgasm had been a mere prelude. Quickly her need spiked again. Her nipples were hard peaks, and this time Fin bent his head to capture them in his mouth. He cupped his hands around her breasts. He played his tongue around the tips and caressing his fingers over her mounds. Emily stroked her fingers over the smooth expanse of his chest, marveling at how perfectly he’d been made—soft skin over warm muscle, a few scars here and there adding to his appeal.
    And his cock. Holy heavens, there’d never been a more perfect dick made—or not one she’d come across. Bracing herself against him, Emily drove herself into a frenzy. She rubbed her lips along his length, teasing them both unmercifully. She rode him hard and all too soon was panting. Her pussy grew slick again, her need like a fire in her veins.
    “Please,” he pleaded this time. The hunger in his tone couldn’t be denied. Emily met Fin’s eyes, amazed at how open and completely honest he was with her. She longed to trust him fully.
    “Yes,” she replied, not certain what she was even answering.
    Circling her hand around him, she then stroked him up and down, from root to tip. He was the largest man she’d been with, but she was so worked up—damn near crazy for it—she had no doubt they’d fit. Need made her lightheaded. She lifted herself then angled him perfectly. Slowly, inch by inch, she sank upon him, claiming what they both craved.
    He stretched her, almost uncomfortably so at first. They both adjusted, and soon that crawling, wriggling need to move, to fuck, to brand him as hers rose between them again. Bending over him, she rose up and sank back down, their gazes meeting.
    They watched each other in the most intimate moment possible. She fucked herself upon him, and he canted his hips up to snap closed those last inches every time she sat down. Without needing words, he fulfilled her needs. She yearned to kiss him, and when she lowered her face to him, he arched up and met her part way.
    They kissed—a hard, urgent press of lips as their bodies danced and sang together. Warm, wet sounds filled the air as flesh clapped together. Panting, gasping breaths sounded throughout the room. Grunts and stifled cries.
    The sound of sex.
    She relished the feel of one person claiming another. Who branded who was anyone’s guess—they each coupled with the other on an equal basis.
    Emily fluttered her eyes, but she forced herself to watch, not wanting to miss a moment of Fin’s pleasure. Her oncoming orgasm grew, and soon she hovered once again on the brink.
    “I’m so close,” she panted, wanting him with her, now and always.
    “Do it,” he urged. “Fly free. I’m here, I’ll always be here for you.”
    “Fin,” she moaned, still hesitating and reluctant but unable to stop herself any longer. Emily clenched her inner muscles, grabbing his cock hard and squeezing with all her might. He shouted, his dick shuddered inside her and she