“Fifteen”
Finnegan's POV
"Take me..."
That's what Bran said before I lost it all completely. I smashed my lips against his and he returned it fervently. It felt so perfect. More reason for me to believe that he's made for me.
Born for me.
I'll bend all the rules.
I'll make him mine.
And so I let myself get drowned in the sensation of his kisses, his touches. If this is what burning in sin feels like, I'd gladly throw myself in it. Again and again. Whatever may come. As long as I have him.
The elation I felt was endless as our bodies tangled together. Every skin I touched underneath his shirt burnt my fingers. I pulled away from the kiss, impatient to get his pesky clothes removed. He let out a low whine over the quick separation.
"I'm here, baby. P'Finn is here." I whispered in
