“Yes.” I’m breathless for no reason, but it’s a struggle to string more than a few words together.
He wiggles his hips. The motion sends tingles of pleasure shooting through me. It’s not enough. Not enough by a long shot. I grab his ass and pull him to me while I strain to rise up to meet him. If he’s not going to fuck me, I’ll do what I can.
I need more friction. More movement. I need to feel him lose control.
His low, throaty chuckle leads to me punching at his chest.
“It’s not funny.”
“Luv, there’s no way in hell I’m letting you set the pace. Your only job is to feel. Nothing else matters.”
“Then move already.” I’m not against begging. “I need you to fuck me.”
“I’m literally buried balls deep right now. I’d say this counts as fucking.”
“You know what I mean.” I punch him softly on his arm. “You’re killing me.”
He shifts to the side, freeing one hand. Cupping my face, his thumb circles over the skin of my cheek. His touch ignites a riot of sensation, pure unadulterated pleasure surges within me. Tiny tremors make my body shake as the slow, sensual slide of his fingers against my skin makes me close my eyes and float in a sea of pure bliss. He teaches my body how to crave him, and I know he’s right about ruining me for any other man.
Liam lifts his head. Our eyes lock for a second before he lowers his mouth to my breast. The heat of his mouth brings a moan to mine. Then a screech as his teeth clamp down on my nipple. Before I process that pain, he shifts to the other breast, kissing and suckling, until my entire body shakes.
His hot mouth and talented tongue bring a rush of heat to my skin. From my breasts to my neck, he lays a devastating path behind him. My fingers dig into his scalp, pulling and tugging at his hair as I try to swallow the moans escaping my mouth.
Holy hell, another release coils in my belly. My skin draws tight as my entire body trembles. A light sheen of sweat covers our bodies, unusual because we aren’t exactly exerting ourselves.
At least, I’m not.
I lie beneath him, captured and contained, while he licks and sucks, leaving no part of my body unexplored. Pleasure curls within me, coiling into a tight spiral, that when it releases, will leave me forever changed.
“Liam …” Breathless, I pant with the need for more.
“Yes, princess?”
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“That is my intent.”
“No, I mean now. Put me out of my misery and fuck me.”
“Misery?” He huffs a low laugh. “But I’m not done staking my claim.” He licks up the side of my neck and nibbles on my earlobe. A low, keening wail escapes me, equal parts frustration and need. “You are incredible. Sinful. Addictive. I’ll never get enough of this.”
The heat of his breath whispers across my skin. My nostrils flare with the heady scent of him. I miss the moment everything changes, but his cock drags against the walls of my pussy and then stabs forward in one powerful thrust. Gasping with sensation, he sheaths himself to the base of his cock. Liam doesn’t stop there. He rocks in and out, picking up speed. His breaths turn to low, determined grunts as he goes deep, fucking me.
My hands move of their own accord. They’re everywhere, grappling to hold on while his body ruts and fucks. I spread my legs as wide as I can, encouraging him to go as deep as he wants.
His thrusts turn savage, animalistic, primal … as he slams in and pulls out. He builds up a rhythm that makes my body writhe beneath him. There’s pleasure. There’s pain. There’s the strangest amalgamation of the two. He hits my g-spot with lethal precision, obsessive in his goal to drive me wild.
I’ve had sex before. I’ve been fucked rough before. But I’ve never been possessed in the way Liam takes control. He fucks with a beautiful and unapologetic brutality, forcing me to feel every inch of him as his essence floods my body and claims every cell within me.
He kisses while he fucks, tongue tasting, teeth nipping, mouth sucking with fevered intensity. My senses can’t keep up with what he delivers. My breathing turns ragged and uneven, and just when I don’t think he can go any deeper, he proves me wrong.
Stretching me with those powerful thrusts, he pins me to the bed, making it impossible for me to move.
“Fuck, but you feel like heaven.” His hips buck, surging harder, faster. He pulls back, only to ram his steely cock deeper and deeper.
His hand reaches up, gathering my hair in his fist. Controlling my head, he claims my mouth as he takes and takes. He’s merciless in his plunder. Ravenous with his need. And he claims with heat and virility, a dominant male who gives as good as he takes.
And just like that, he destroys everything I’ve known about sex. I’ve never felt anything like this before. In surrender, I find strength. Everywhere he touches me turns into a blaze of heat surging through me. A firestorm of need and want heats my blood as my insides twist and tighten. My nerves are overwrought, sizzling as pleasure courses through them to settle in a fiery blaze deep within me.
Liam’s demanding rhythm falters above me. I gasp into the gap and dig my nails into the skin of his shoulders.
“Yes. More. Please. Don’t. Stop.” I’ve been reduced to uttering single words.
Liam regains his rhythm, controls it, and slows it down. My hands stay on his shoulders, holding on. Pleasure sparks within me, then rushes out all at once, obliterating me as it burns through me. My grip tightens as I curl around him, then I let go, my back arching as wave after wave of pleasure sweeps through me.
Over top of me, Liam’s legs tremble as he chases his release. With a shout, his body bucks as he chases his release and joins me on the other side of Heaven.
My mouth is dry. My lips cracked from breathing through my mouth. But there’s a smile on my face. I press a hand over my heart, feeling the glowing presence Liam left behind. He inscribed himself on my heart, forever joined together no matter what comes next.
We lie in a twisted pile of limbs, talking about nothing and everything. He holds my hand, tracing out the lines on my palm. We make love again, softer this time, less frantic and rushed, almost as if we have all the time in the world.
Eventually, there’s no escaping the fatigue chasing us. My lids bounce and beside me Liam’s breath turns even as sleep overtakes him. I lie beside him for some time, admiring the man beside me and laughing at the way our lives intersected.
Soon, my breathing slows, and I lose the battle to keep my eyes open. I curl around Liam’s powerful frame, my back pressed against his front. He shifts in his sleep and wraps his arm around my waist. Tugging me tight against him, I feel delicate and fragile, sublimely feminine. What I don’t feel is weak or needy.
Breathing in his unique scent, I silence the chaos in my head and the fear in my heart. Slowly, fatigue draws me under, and I fall asleep in Liam’s embrace.
Evil may walk the world, but in this moment, in Liam’s arms, everything is absolutely perfect.
40
LIAM
Knowing Wolfe and Brady guard our privacy, I linger in the beauty that is Maria Rossi. For the past hour, I’ve watched her sleep, unwilling to wake her before she’s ready. She looks so fragile and delicate, yet I’ve seen the woman fight. I’ve seen her stand up for her friend even while the rest of her world crumbled around her. I wish I could protect her from her family, but I sense she needs to fight that battle alone.