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His grip tightens on my hip.

“Sera.”

“You told me to sit. You didn’t say how much of ya I had to take.”

“All the fucking way.”

I spear myself slowly because I want to watch how he draws his lower lip between his teeth and his pupils blow wide.

The first inch steals the air from both of us. By the time I sink lower, taking him in slow drags until my ass meets his thighs, his grip has gone brutal on my hip and my thighs are shaking.

“More,” he says.

“Ask nicely.”

His laugh is rough against my mouth. “Never.”

Then we’re moving together, skin slapping, wet sounds filling the room between us, his teeth grazing my jaw and his hands pushing my breasts up into peaks in front of him.

He sucks hard on my nipples and bites them one by one.

“Every time you look at these marks, you’ll remember my mouth was here while my cock was inside you.”

The angle, the tie at my wrists, the fullness of him all drag me to the edge at once, and I hate that he knows the exact second it happens.

My skin flames, my muscles go tight around him, and a filthy little moan slips past my lips.

Fionn stills for half a breath, buried deep, his fingers digging in firm, and his mouth against the marks he left on my breast.

“That’s it,” he says, voice gritty and rough. “Give me that one.”

The words break whatever is left of me.

I rock into him and come with a moan I can't hold back, my chest pushed out so my spine arches while pleasure tears through me in fast, violent waves. My wrists pull against the tie, my thighs tremble, and every pulse of release drags another low grunt out of his chest.

He hisses as my muscles clamp and flutter around him, his restraint going to shit because I’m coming on his cock, and he’s still trying to hold himself back.

“Fuck...Fionn––"

When his name comes out broken, his hips drive up into me.

“Take it, Sera,” he says, voice wrecked at the edges. “Every fucking inch.”

I have no defense left for the groans that leave me.

He grips my waist, holding me where he wants me as he fucks up into me, and the tie bites just enough to remind me I gave him this. Not obedience or defeat. This.

Me, tied, hungry, and taking him because I wanted the fight and the surrender.

His breath turns harsh against my skin.

“Every drop,” he says.

Then I feel the first hard pulse of him deep inside me, and the intimacy hits worse than the force. Hot, thick cum spills into me with every thrust, and Fionn Harrington buries himself to the balls, coming inside me all over again.

For a few quick heartbeats after, we take deep heavy breaths together.

Fionn lowers his forehead to my chest, his mouth brushing the marks he made there.