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I set a hard pace, and she matches every thrust.

Her breathing is broken gasps, each one timed to when I bottom out. I reach under her, find her swollen clit with two fingers, and her whole body seizes around me.

“Fionn—”

“Let go.”

I work her with my fingers rubbing, cock driving in steady, and I feel her come apart for the second time. Heat shoots up my spine and through my chest as she pants and moans for me.

“That’s it,” I say, fisting her hair at the nape. “Give it to me.”

I ride her through the orgasm and don’t let up until she’s shuddering and oversensitive, and her arms give way beneath her. I fist my dick at the base and slide it out, before swatting her ass and flipping her back over.

Her lashes flutter as she gazes up at me, totally fucking wrecked, chest heaving, eyes fever-bright.

There’s no chase now. No mouthing off. No running. Only Sera under me, open and hot, and the unbearable knowledge that fucking her twice before didn’t strip the hunger out of me.

It’s made it worse.

When I slide a hand between us and find her clit again, her body jolts.

“You’re going to come for me a third time,” I say. “Aren’t you, little wild thing?”

Her eyes burn into mine. “Y-yes.”

“Then don’t swallow it.” My voice roughens as I fight the pressure building low in my spine. “Let me hear what I do to you.”

Her mouth opens, and the first broken whimper she gives me nearly finishes me.

I keep my fingers exactly where they need to be while I fuck her through the denial, through the trembling, through the next wave that charges through her.

She comes hard, and it’s fucking beautiful.

Her body locks around mine, tight and wet and violent with it, and the squeeze of her coming all over again takes the last of my restraint with it.

I bury my face in the crook of her neck and thrust harder, chasing the high she gives me.

“Fuck,” I grind out. “Sera⁠—”

Her hands slide up my spine and into my hair, holding me there as my body starts to lose the fight.

“Come on me,” she whispers. “Mark me with it.”

That finishes me.

I pull out with a curse, fist my cock, and come over her pelvis and stomach in hot spurts. She lies there with her thighs spread wide, chest rising, skin flushed, my cum painting her belly and every other mark I’d left on her.

The sight pulls at something possessive in me.

I drag the head of my cock through the mess I’ve made, spreading it over her skin while her eyes stay locked on mine.

“Look at what I’ve done to you,” I say, breath rough. “When you should be the thing I stop touching.”

Joining forces with the Kinnanes is the right move. The strategic play. The marriage that gives my father what he wants and locks another piece of power into place. Pulling out of it would be reckless. Stupid. A big fucking mistake.

I know that.

I know it as clearly as I know the land around Black Heath and the value of every road leading in and out of the south.