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“Oh, gods, Finn,” she pants. “Yes, like that. Fuck, I’m so close.”

I can feel her tightening around me, her second orgasm building, and I know I won’t last much longer. Reaching between us, I press the pad of my thumb on her clit, pushing her over the edge again. She cries out my name as her walls convulse around my cock, and it’s my fucking undoing.

Roaring, I follow her into oblivion, marking her sweet cunt with every stripe of come I pump inside her. We cling to each other, the intensity of our pleasure leaving us both breathless and shaking.

Finally, when the aftershocks have faded, I carefully lower her leg, keeping my hands on her hips until I’m sure she’s steady on her own. I make quick work of putting myself to rights, then I take out the zippered hoodie I lent her the day before from my duffle and help her slide it on.

Taryn smiles as she pulls it closed around her like a wrap dress instead of zipping it up. “Comfortable and modest,” she says, noting that the bottom is long enough to cover her nakedness. Then she dips her chin to sniff her shoulder. “And it smells fantastic, too.”

I chuckle. “Consider it yours.”

She gasps dramatically. “Does this mean you’re courting me?”

Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pull her in close and smile down at her. “I just fucked you in a BDSM dungeon. I think we’re way past courting, don’t you?”

“It’s never too late to court a lady, Finnian.”

I know we’re only bantering, but there’s a part of me that’s serious about wanting a chance with her. Not a “leaning in” kind of chance but a real one. It’s wild to think we’ve only known each other for two days when it feels more like years. Playing along, I say, “Then for however long you wish it, my lady, consider yourself courted.”

“Excellent.” Her laughter is cut off by a sudden yawn that she covers with her hand.

“Time to unwrap you and call it a night.” She doesn’t argue and holds still while I work diligently to undo the rope stockings. I keep an eye on her, watching for any signs of discomfort, and notice her eyes getting heavier with each passing minute.

“Come along, my lady. Let’s get you home and into bed.”

She accepts my hand with a sleepy smile, and I lead her back through the club and into the lobby where I return our masks to Stella, instructing her to put Taryn’s on my tab and store it with mine. Whether it’s wishful thinking or presumption on my part that she’ll be back here with me someday, she looked too beautiful in it to not keep it for her regardless.

The luxury sedan I ordered is waiting for us when we exit Hell’s Kitchen. Once inside, Taryn curls up sideways in my lap, just as I imagined earlier. I wrap my arms around her, and she melts into my embrace, resting her head on my shoulder.

As the car pulls into traffic, her fingers trace over the indented patterns on her legs. “I like these. What do you call them?”

“Rope kisses or rope bites.”

She hums in response, her breaths slowing as she relaxes even more against me. “I like rope kisses.”

Unable to help myself, I press a lingering kiss to her forehead and brush a strand of hair from her cheek. “How are you? You feel okay?”

“I’m incredible,” she murmurs softly, and a second later, she’s asleep in my arms.

Whispering into the night, I answer truthfully. “Yes, you are.”

TWENTYTARYN

I wake curled up next to Finn in his bed at the penthouse, the morning light just beginning to filter in through the curtains. My body is pleasantly sore in all the right places, making me smile. His arm is draped possessively over my waist, and while I’ve typically needed my space when sleeping with lovers before, I find the weight of it surprisingly comforting.

Gently, I shift in his arms, careful not to wake him as I study this enigmatic prince with a kingly presence. The sharp angles of his face are softened and almost boyish in sleep, and his beard is slightly longer than his usual trim length. I remember how it felt abrading my skin as he kissed my neck and wonder how it would feel on my inner thighs.

My mind drifts back to the club. His words, his touch, everything he did made me feel cherished and desired beyond anything I’ve experienced before.

The way he finally gave in to the fire burning between us and took me against the wall, his need for me all-consuming. The way he fucked me, commanding and strong, allowing my brain to shut off so my body could revel in his claiming. The way he roared my name as he spent himself inside me, like it was both a prayer and a curse.

The night was a blur of sensations and pleasure, but it’s one I’ll never forget.

Finn stirs beside me, his long lashes fluttering as he opens his eyes. For a moment, we simply look at each other, the intimacy of last night hanging in the air between us.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep.

My lips curve into a smile, enjoying this adorably rumpled version of him. “Good morning. Sleep well?”

He tightens his arm around me, pulling me closer. “Better than I have in a long time. You?”

“Same. Last night was pretty spectacular.”

He tilts my chin up, his golden eyes locking onto mine. “You were pretty spectacular. I was the envy of every Dom in the club. If you hadn’t been wearing a decorative collar that warded them off, there would’ve been a line of them asking to play with you, and I’m not sure my manners would’ve remained intact when I turned them down.”

I laugh at the image of this gentle giant losing his cool in a sex club because they dared to ask him to share his new toy. “Now I want to go without next time just to see what happens when the bear is poked.”

“Next time, huh? I like the sound of that.”

“I find that I’m no different than the rest of the world, totally captivated by the sinful magic that is Vegas,” I say fondly. “What your family has built with this city is nothing short of amazing. It’s no wonder the Dark Fae feel at home here.”

“Hmm,” is all he says, and it’s the kind of sound that’s weighed down with ambivalence.

“Do you not feel that way?”

“It’s all I’ve ever known.”

“That doesn’t answer my question, though,” I point out. I get the feeling that this might be treading into territory that’s too personal to share with someone you’ve only known a short time. So, I make a deal with myself that if he doesn’t elaborate this time, I’ll let it go.

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