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Alexa Play: Light Me Up by Ingrid Michaelson

I was dizzy, my mind spinning with emotions. Finn’s hands on my skin and his tongue in my mouth were making it impossible for me to think straight.

He was sitting on my tombstone with his legs spread wide and his cock tenting the shit out of his wetsuit.

“I want you, Riddick. Don’t you want me, too?”

“You know I do, baby…” I whispered, biting at his lips and cupping his face while I kissed him.

“Then have me.”

I broke the kiss, pulling back to search his face. He was staring at me without a hint of doubt or amusement in his eyes, which had turned a steely grey color due to the cold, cloudy sky.

“Here?” I croaked as the reality of what he was asking rushed through me.

Finn nodded. “Yeah. Here.”

“Why?”

He cradled my face in his hands and ran his thumbs over my cheeks, his pink lips a straight line and his flirty dimples nowhere in sight.

“I want to own it. Put it behind us. I want you to fuck me here, and then we’ll accept the reality of our situation and move forward. Together.”

“You want me to… fuck you? On my grave?”

His lip twitched, and his stormy eyes crinkled at the corners.

“Yeah.”

I traced my thumb over his bottom lip, pressing gently to expose his teeth as I thought about what he was asking.

If I agreed to this, it would mean I was agreeing to let him pick me over the life he deserved.

It felt wrong.

It felt fucked up and selfish.

But it also felt…

So.

Fucking.

Right.

I swallowed, knowing in my heart of hearts that I was too weak to say no.

We stared at each other for a long beat, and finally, I gave in.

“Take this off,” I growled, tugging at the zipper to his wetsuit, and his eyes flashed with heat as we worked together to strip him down.

I took my time.

Helping Finn out of his wetsuit felt like I was unwrapping a gift. I drank up every inch of flesh, and it felt like I was seeing him for the first time again .

It was always like this when I undressed him.

Being permitted to watch as he exposed all his soft, golden skin felt like such a privilege.

A gift of epic proportions that I just straight up didn’t deserve.

And I had tried to refuse him. To do the right thing and push him away, but…

He wanted me.

And my baby boy deserved to have anything he wanted. If it was in my power to give it to him, I would.

I honestly couldn’t believe he still wanted me.

When he came back home that night and broke down in front of me, mourning my death like it meant he’d lost me… I truly didn’t think he would ever let me back in.

I never thought I would ever have the chance to run my fingers over his perfect body again.

Peeling the suit over his shoulders and down his waist, he stood up briefly so I could roll the material down the firm, muscled globes of his ass. He sat back down, resting his bare cheeks against the rough stone of my grave as I gently tugged the rest of the suit off his legs.

I tossed the wet material aside and stood back to look at him.

He looked so effortlessly beautiful, sprawled across my tombstone.

His golden hair was lightening as it dried, and it curled around his ears in soft, golden tufts.

The way his eyes changed to match his environment always fascinated me. Right now, they were gunmetal grey, but somehow, they were still so clear that they felt like pools of Arctic water.

I allowed my gaze to slowly travel down the length of his body, taking in his now very broad shoulders that sloped into sculpted biceps.

His cobblestone abs were currently scrunched around his belly button from the casual way he lounged on the stone marker.

I followed the light dusting of brown hair that led from his navel down to his perfect cock, which was so hard it was pointing directly at his face.

It was getting cold as the afternoon slowly descended in the sky, and a cool breeze cut through the palms surrounding us, causing Finn to shiver.

His nipples darkened and contracted as his skin turned to gooseflesh, and his teeth chattered slightly, causing me to frown.

“Are you cold, baby?” I whispered, stepping between his muscular legs, melting at the way he tilted his head back so that our eyes never broke contact.

“You’ll have to warm me up.” He smiled, his stormy eyes swirling with mischief. I brushed my thumb over one of his adorable dimples and pressed a soft kiss on his forehead, breathing in his addicting scent.

“I can do that…” I hummed.

Finn smelled like the ocean, but beneath that, he just smelled like Finn. It was his own personal brand of human, and sometimes, I just wanted to bury my face under his arms and inhale him because he just smelled alive.

Before he’d unknowingly walked into my prison, I hadn’t been close enough to touch another living person, let alone smell them, in over a year.

That first day… when I’d had my hand wrapped around his throat, I’d been flooded by his intoxicating Finn scent for the first time. I’ll never forget the rush that had coursed through me the first time I was suddenly enveloped in a heady cloud of what made him, him…

I should have known.

I should have known this impish daredevil was going to take every assumption I’d made about death, life—and everything in between—and turn it right on its fucking head.

Because that’s who Finn was.

I should have known nothing would ever stop him from getting what he wanted.

He had dimples that could charm the devil himself, and apparently, even death wouldn’t stop him from following his heart.

The world didn’t deserve Finn Summers .

He was too good for this place, and that scared me more than anything.

But if Finn was brave enough to tame demons disguised as waves and crazy enough to fall in love with a man who couldn’t even give him the breath in his lungs… then I could be brave, too.

I wouldn’t run from this anymore.

He deserved someone who stayed.

“I love you,” I whispered, kissing him softly. He hummed and leaned into me, shoving his cold fingers back under my T-shirt and making my abs contract with the shock of the contact.

“Show me,” he murmured against my lips.

“I will,” I breathed. “Every fucking day.”