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I love you.The words spring to my lips, and I bite them back, before I can murmur them against his by accident. He thrusts again, deep and hard, his lips turning to graze my ear as he groans, his hips shuddering as he holds himself there for a moment.
“Come for me, Felicity,” he whispers. “I’m not going to last much longer. Comewithme.”
Something about hearing my real name on his lips, rough and hoarse with desire, sends that final pulse of desire through me that tips me over the edge, the climax seizing my muscles and shuddering through the very depths of my bones as I arch against him and cry out.
I haven’t come like this in so long. I cling to him as I cry out and shudder, my mouth pressed to his shoulder, his neck, and then to his mouth as I feel him thrust into me once more, his lips making the shape of my name as I feel him swell and harden inside of me, and then finally the hot rush of his cum as he comes hard, pinning me to the bed as he groans my name and holds me there beneath him.
The feeling of him coming inside of me, hot and hard, tips me over into another rush of pleasure as I throw my head back, feeling his lips on my neck as I cry out his name into the quiet of the room, forgetting to care who might hear us, forgetting about anything except for him and how perfect everything about this moment is.
He stays inside of me for a long moment, his lips brushing against the column of my throat, his fingers still intertwined with mine. “Felicity—” he breathes my name into my ear again, soft and reverent, his hips still shifting against me, his cock half-hard inside of me. “I love your name. I love how it sounds. I love saying it.”
Love, love, love. He’s not saying he loves me, not exactly, but I can’t help but tense underneath him, fear spiking through me at the thought oflove, of being so close to someone again, of having so much to lose. I think Finn feels it, because he slips out of me, rolling onto his back as he pulls me into him, his arm around me.
“Don’t think about it, lass,” he murmurs quietly. “Let’s just let it be for now, aye?”
I nod, swallowing back the fear, the urge to get up and run, to put space between us that would make us safer, for all the hurt it would cause. I lie there against the warmth of his chest, his arm strong and sure around me, and I let myself be happy. I let myself feel safe.
I give myself something that I haven’t in so very long—and despite myself…
I find myself wanting to keep it. To keep him.
Finn
When I wake in the early morning, I’m not entirely sure what was a dream and what’s reality.
It all felt like a nightmare at first—the terrifying moment when I heard the explosion and realized what was happening, the hot pain of fire lancing up one side of my body, the impact of hitting the concrete, realizing I couldn’t hear anything around me. I only vaguely remember Theo leaning over me, hands lifting me, the moment when they brought me into the cabin. I remember Asha—Felicity—fading in and out, leaning over me, touching me gently, tending to me, and I thought for sure that was all a dream. How could she have stayed, when the last words between us were so angry?
I dreamed of her so many times while I was unconscious, dreams that were erotic and tender by turns, dreams of her naked and breathless beneath me, dreams of her moaning my name, dreams of holding her in my arms and waking up to her next to me. When I woke to find her sitting across the room from me, I thought I must still be dreaming. And everything that happened after—
I wake up from dreaming about her again, her soft skin under my hands and her breath in my ear, the sound of my name on her lips. I wake up hard and aching for her, and when I wake to find her curled against me, softly nestled into the half-moon that our bodies make, it’s hard to believe that I’m really awake.
That she’s really here, with me, like this.
I try to resist the urge to touch her. Even if I didn’t dream what happened last night, even if all of it was real, I should let her sleep. She’s been through hell as much as I have, and I shouldn’t—
ButChrist, it feels impossible not to. She’s next to me, soft and warm and as perfect as I remembered in all those fitful dreams,nakedin my arms, and there’s no thinking that it was a dream any longer, not when she’s here with me like this.
I bend down, brushing my lips over her throat, and I hear her soft moan in her sleep. My cock twitches against my stomach, throbbing, but as I shift against her, my hand sliding down to cup her breast, I realize just how little strength I still have. I’m still healing, and while I might have managed last night, right now, my body is screaming at me that there’s not much left in me.
“Fuck,” I murmur under my breath, feeling a wave of frustration as Felicity moves against me at my touch, her full, soft ass nudging against my cock in a way that makes me want to thrust into her hard and deep, staying there until we both come.
The thought makes me simultaneously hornier than I’ve ever been in my life and more exhausted than I can remember being in a long fucking time. I let out a low groan, every part of my body aching in more ways than one, and roll onto my back as I glare down at my cock, which is pearling pre-cum onto my abs, vein pulsing insistently.
It seems unfair that I finally have Felicity in my bed, and I can’t do very much at all about it without feeling certain that I’d pass out on top of her.
She shifts next to me, turning towards me as the sunlight coming in through the window glints off of her glossy dark hair, spilling over my arm as she nestles closer. Her hand goes to idly stroke down my stomach, still half-asleep, and brushes against my straining, dripping cock.
Felicity’s eyes fly open, and her mouth curves in a smile as she looks down at me. Her fingers are streaked with my pre-cum from where she nudged the tip, and with a wicked glint in her eyes, she slowly lifts them to her lips.
“Mm. I like how you taste,” she whispers breathily, her tongue flicking out against her fingertips as she licks it away. I groan aloud, my cock harder still as I watch her.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” My head falls back into the pillows. “Christ, I want to fuck you more than I want to breathe—I think I might die if I do. I’m not back to myself yet.”
“What if you just lie there?” She smiles at me, that wicked smirk spreading across her lips, and before I can say a word, she shifts over my legs, her hands sliding down to stroke my hips as she leans over my cock. “What if—”
Her tongue flicks out, dragging a hot, wet line up the length of my cock, flicking against the straining flesh as she laps away the pre-cum at the tip. I let out a sound that’s half-pleasure, half-pain as her lips brush against the swollen head. “I think—I can manage that—” I whisper, my voice strangled with need as she traces another line upwards, her tongue following the pattern of the pulsing veins as she wraps her fingers around the base. “God, are you going to keep teasing me like that?”
“Of course.” Her lips twitch, and she presses them just below my cockhead in a firm, wet kiss. “You know I like that. It can’t all be sweetness and sugar like last night, can it?”
