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Finnegan’s POV

"Finnegan, no—" Her protest was cut off as I tilted her head back and kissed her, hard and hungry, my lips crashing against hers. She froze for a moment, her mouth stiff against mine, but then—fuck, yes—her lips parted, just enough for me to taste her, to feel the heat of her tongue brushing mine. It was like a dam breaking. I groaned into her mouth, my hands roaming now, greedy and desperate as they slid down her back to grip her hips.

She pushed at me again, weaker this time, a half-hearted attempt to break free. "Stop," she gasped, but her voice was softer now, less certain, and her body wasn't fighting as hard as her words were. I could feel her giving in, the tension in her muscles melting as I pressed her back onto the bed, my weight pinning her beneath me. Her blouse rode up, exposing the smooth plane of her stomach, and I didn't hesitate—I shoved the fabric higher, my fingers brushing the lace of her bra as I cupped her breast, squeezing gently. She gasped, her back arching slightly, and that sound lit something feral in me.

"Ophelia," I growled, my voice thick with need as I yanked her blouse over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra followed, the clasp snapping under my impatient fingers, and then her breasts were bare, soft and full, her nipples hardening under my gaze. I dipped my head, taking one into my mouth, sucking hard as my tongue flicked over the sensitive peak. She moaned—fuck, she actually moaned—and her hands gripped my shoulders, not pushing me away anymore but pulling me closer.

I shifted my weight, my knee nudging her thighs apart as I settled between them. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist now, and I could see the damp spot on her panties, the thin fabric clinging to her. My cock throbbed painfully in my boxes as I ground myself against her, letting her feel how hard I was. "You want this," I murmured against her skin, my lips trailing down her stomach as my hands hooked into her panties, tugging them down her legs. She whimpered, her hips twitching as I tossed them aside, leaving her exposed, her pussy glistening with arousal.

"No, I—" She started to protest again, but I didn't give her the chance.

I slid a hand between her thighs, my fingers brushing her slick folds, and she gasped, her legs trembling as I parted her, stroking her clit with slow, deliberate circles. "Finnegan," she breathed, her voice breaking, and I could hear the surrender in it, the way her resistance was crumbling. I pushed a finger inside her, then two, feeling how tight and wet she was, and she clenched around me, her hips bucking despite herself.

"That's it," I said, my voice low and rough as I worked her, my thumb pressing against her clit while my fingers curled inside her. She was panting now, her head thrown back, her hands fisting the sheets as I brought her closer to the edge. I couldn't wait any longer—I freed my cock. It sprang out, thick and heavy, the tip already slick with precum as I gripped myself, stroking once before lining up with her entrance.

"Finnegan, wait—" she started, but I didn't. I pushed into her, slow at first, feeling her stretch around me, her heat enveloping me inch by inch. She cried out, her nails digging into my arms, and I groaned, burying myself to the hilt. She was so fucking tight, so perfect, and I had to pause, my forehead pressed against hers as I fought to keep control. "Fuck, Ophelia," I rasped, my hips twitching as I started to move, shallow thrusts at first, letting her adjust.

She whimpered, her legs wrapping around me almost instinctively, and that was all the permission I needed. I pulled back and slammed into her, harder this time, setting a rhythm that had the headboard thumping against the wall. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her moans growing louder, more desperate, and I reached down to grip her thigh, hitching her leg higher so I could go deeper. "You feel so good," I grunted, my cock pulsing inside her as I fucked her harder, the wet slap of our bodies filling the room.

She was lost in it now, her earlier protests forgotten as she rocked her hips to meet mine, her hands clawing at my back. "Oh God, Finnegan," she gasped, her voice breaking as I angled my thrusts, hitting that spot inside her that made her shudder. I could feel her tightening around me, her pussy gripping me like a vise, and I knew she was close. "Come for me," I growled, my hand slipping between us to rub her clit again, fast and rough.

She did. Her whole body tensed, her back arching off the bed as she came, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. Her walls clenched around me, milking my cock, and that was it—I couldn't hold back. I thrust into her one last time, deep and hard, and groaned as I spilled inside her, my orgasm ripping through me like a freight train. My vision blurred, my breath ragged as I collapsed over her, our bodies slick with sweat, still tangled together.

For a moment, we just lay there, her chest heaving beneath me, my cock still twitching inside her. She turned her head, her lips brushing my jaw, and I felt a strange mix of triumph and tenderness settle over me. "Ophelia," I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She didn't answer, but her hand rested on my chest, and that was enough.

Then she whispered, "I should go."

I lifted my head, staring down at her—flushed, disheveled, marked by me. "No," I said, my voice steady now. "You shouldn't."

I captured her lips again, gentler this time but no less insistent. She melted into the kiss, her fingers rubbing through my hair.

The night stretched on, becoming a blur of kisses and touches, of resistance and surrender. Ophelia drifted between consciousness and exhaustion, her accusations gradually fading into soft whimpers. The suite that had started as her prison transformed into something else entirely–a confession booth, perhaps, or a sanctuary.

As dawn began to paint the sky in shades of pink and gold, I found myself holding Ophelia against my chest.

I listened to her soft breathing and felt the warmth of her body against mine. That was when I realized that the sleeping woman in my arms had once again managed to turn my world upside down.