Page 110 of Four Promises to Love

“I’ll be right back,” he said.

He fetched the French letter, donning it as he mounted the bed. He paused, burning the moment into his memory. Finn was posed like a goddess in his bed, her hair spread out in luxuriant waves, her smile so warm he felt he might never be cold again.

She held out her arms. “Come to me.”

He covered her, supporting his weight as he brought his ready member to her entrance. Notching himself to her opening, he pushed in the tip—and knew it was going to be a tight fit. A fit that, while delightful for him, might be less so for her. He’d never been anyone’s first before and hadn’t wanted to be. The idea of hurting Finn was more than he could bear.

“Do it quickly,” she said.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” Her eyes shone. “I want you, Owen. And I want my first lover to be the man I love.”

Joy exploded, vanquishing his doubts.

“Then I’ll have you, Finn,” he growled. “But know this: I shall be your first and your last.”

He entered her with a firm thrust, and though she gasped, her wetness eased his way. Her pussy enveloped him, each pulse of her velvety channel blazing pleasure up his spine. Once he was fully seated, he gritted his teeth and held still, giving her time to adjust.

Gazing down into her eyes, he asked, “Are you all right?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “It doesn’t hurt. But it does feel a bit strange to have something so enormous wedged inside me.”

“Christ, Finn. Now is not the time to make me laugh.”

“Why don’t you try moving instead?”

He had to smile. “Is that an order?”

“I let you be in charge when we played our game,” she pointed out. “Now it’s my turn.”

“As my lady commands.”

He went slowly at first, but when she moaned and began to move with him, hunger took over. He thrust harder, groaning at her tight, rippling heat. She was rare and beautiful—and all his. Despite everything he’d done, he had won the heart of this woman, and now they were joined, body to body, heart to heart. Emotion swamped him. His eyes heated, and looking down, he saw hers were wet too.

“Promise me,” she whispered. “Promise you won’t forget how perfect this is.”

“That’s an easy promise to give. I love you, Finn. We’re meant to be together like this.”

He took her lips even as he increased his tempo. She felt too fine, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He found her pearl, strumming it as he plowed her with disciplined strokes. He hilted himself again and again, his stones smacking her wet folds.

“Come for me, love,” he bit out. “And I’ll come with you.”

“Yes,” she cried.

A heartbeat later, ecstasy overtook him as well. Bliss blasted through every cell, shaking his foundations. Groaning her name, he came in voluptuous surges, shuddering as she wrung him of every drop. When he garnered enough strength, he took care of the sheath before collapsing atop her. As she sifted her fingers through his hair, he was awash with contentment. Time turned to honey, dripping with languid sweetness. Eventually, their frenzied hearts slowed, and he lifted his head.

“I’m not too heavy, am I?”

“You feel like a blanket of bricks.” Her carefree giggle and the joy in her eyes held him as securely as her arms. “Stay with me, my love.”

With a happy sigh, he did. He breathed her in and held her close. His last thought before sleep came was that he had finally come home.

Thirty-One

Finn woke up to chirping.

When her eyes adjusted to the brightness, she recognized the gamekeeper’s cottage…and her lips curled when she saw the sinewy arm slung over her waist. She was on her side, nestled in the solid harbor of Owen’s body. Sighing, she snuggled against him, feeling the steady movement of his chest while he slept.