Page 109 of Four Promises to Love

As her heart leapt with joy, he tumbled her onto the bed.

“Owen. Crikey, that feels so—ohh.”

Finn moaned as he curled his fingers, finding that spot high inside her. He tickled that sensitive place, enjoying how she writhed and panted. Her pussy clenched around his digits, and he knew she was close to peaking again, even though she’d already anointed his tongue with her cream twice.

Bloody hell, how did a man get so lucky?

It startled him to realize that he did feel lucky, something he’d never expected to feel again. But Finn had changed that. She changed everything. Although their earlier game had been fun and arousing, now he wanted to worship her.

“Do you like the way I’m stroking your cunny?” he asked.

“I cannot take any more.”

She was lying, and they both knew it.

“But you’re squeezing my fingers so nicely.”

She gasped as he thrust with a twisting motion.

“That’s too much,” she moaned. “Do it again.”

He screwed his fingers inside her. When he judged that she was teetering on the edge, he bent and closed his lips over her pearl. He sucked fiercely, fingering her with rough, hard strokes. She arched her back, chanting his name as she flew over. Her gushing release drenched his palm.

“Blooming hell,” she sighed. “I made a mess, didn’t I?”

He crawled over her, enjoying the velvety drag of her nipples against his chest.

“As I recall, you don’t mind messes, and neither do I. Especially not this kind. I love how passionate you are—love that you share it with me. I love you, Finn.”

He kissed her, sharing the flavor of her pleasure. As their tongues twined in a sensual dance, he rocked against her, sliding his turgid cock against her lush folds.

“I cannot get enough of you,” he whispered against her lips.

“Nor I of you.” She gazed at him. “I want more, Owen.”

“More of this?” He thrust his rod against her sensitive peak.

“That’s nice,” she said throatily. “But I want to feel you…inside me.”

He stilled. “What about the risk?”

She glanced at him through her lashes. “I assume you have a preventative measure?”

He did, but that wasn’t the point.

“I don’t want you to regret this,” he said.

“Why would I?”

Because I’m a disaster. Because you could do better. Because you are too precious, and if anything happened to you because of me⁠—

“Owen.” She caressed his jaw, her touch taming his demons. “I could never regret being with you. I want you to be my first.”

“Are you certain? Because there’s no going back⁠—”

“I am already too far gone for you,” she whispered.

When have I ever been able to resist this woman?