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like he smelled-the fresh, powerful ocean on her tongue. Filling up her mouth as his big cock filled her pussy. He slid out, then in again. Then again, and again, every stroke bringing exquisite pleasure, making her need to come yet again. And as he pounded into her she did, crying out his name.
    “Finn!”
    He let her arms go and wrapped both of his around her waist, holding her tight as he rammed into her until she thought he might tear her apart.
    “God damn it,” he gasped. “Lord, girl…need to fuck you so hard.”
    A few more stabbing thrusts and he tensed. She filled her mouth with the sweet, tender flesh at his neck. Heard him groan as he came inside her—so hard she could feel the pulsing heat through the condom.
    His weight sunk onto her body, crushing her, but she loved it, found herself needing that closeness, even if it was all an illusion.
    That’s all it ever was, wasn’t it? Even the D/s relationships she’d been in had been nothing more than hollow shells, cheap imitations of the intense bonds others made within the kink realm.
    I don’t even want that.
    What was wrong with her? This was just great chemistry, great sex. And maybe four orgasms trying to convince her that she wanted something more with this man.
    “Finn,” she whispered. “Please. Fuck me again.”
    She needed to stop  thinking  so damn much. What better way?
    “Oy, you’ll have to give me five minutes, pretty girl.” He lifted himself up and stared down into her face. “Hmm…maybe make that three.”
    She smiled. He  did  want her.
    And really,  what the hell ? Despite her desire to submit, she’d never reached that truly submissive place where she gave a damn about making any Dom happy. She knew what she was worth, and if any man couldn’t appreciate it…But he did. She was driving herself crazy.
    Finn stroked her hair from her face, a move so tender it made her heart twist.
    “What’s going on in that gorgeous head of yours, sweetheart?”
    “Just…processing.”
    “You want to tell me what?”
    Hell, no!
    She shook her head. “Not particularly.”
    “But you’re alright?”
    She forced a smile she didn’t really feel. “Just dandy.”
    His pale brows drew together, but he didn’t press the issue. Instead he hefted his hulking frame off of her, then lifted her in his arms and carried her to the small velvet couch next to the table. He sat down with her in his lap and covered them both with a soft blanket.
    She felt…like a doll in his lap. Like a child. A little lost. She didn’t understand why.
    It’s just sex.
    He’s just a man.
    I am losing my shit.
    “Sweetheart?”
    “What?”
    “If you need to cry, you can with me. I know I’m all bluster and balls, but I’m good with aftercare. It’ll be whatever you need it to be.”
    “I…what in the world makes you think I need to cry?”
    He tilted his head a little, smoothed his thumb over her cheek. She was horrified to see it came away wet. She didn’t know what to say.
    “Was this a cathartic play for you? Because if that’s what you needed you should have told me. Have you been through bad times recently?”
    “No, it’s not what I needed. I’m fine. I just…I did go through a breakup a month ago, but it wasn’t that big a deal.”
    “How long were you with him?”
    “Six months. But it wasn’t serious. I never...it’s not like I was in love with him.”
    “Tell me about him.”
    “Why?”
    One corner of his mouth crooked up in a small grin. “Indulge me. Consider it an order.”
    He tightened his grip on her waist, and it was as commanding as it was reassuring.
    “There’s not much to tell. It was a long distance thing—he lived in Texas.”
    “Was he kink?” Finn asked.
    “Yes, a Dom. Or…well, he was but things just never really gelled with us, you know? I never got to that place with him. I knew I never would.”
    “I’m sorry, Roison.”
    “No need to be. I’m not, really. Not about him.”
    He brushed her hair