He turns my head, brushing his mouth along my jaw. Slowly, he traces the edge of my entrance, my insides throbbing at his growing proximity.
A peal of nervous laughter escapes me before a tiny cramp punctuates the excitement.Uh oh.The pain should be a red flag to stop, but I’m not ready to admit defeat. It’s confusing, feeling euphoria and agony simultaneously, but here I am.
He brings his lips to the edge of my breast, traveling inch by inch. With each inch, I yield more control to my body, surrendering to my primal instincts, to the truth that’s been clawing its way to the surface for some time now. If I let him go further, if I go all in tonight, no one else will ever do. I’m seconds, inches, from being thoroughly his.
No, not his—but he’ll be my only, and heck, in these moments, every inch of me wants to be his only too. He’s the only one with the power to make me this completely undone. Like there’s some cosmic energy that we share, and when it mixes together it creates something perfectly complete.
Logic loses. Sanity lost. He wins, and we’ve barely played.
The cramps heighten, and the agony starts to outweigh the euphoria. I tighten a fraction, anxious I’m a ticking time bomb with my pain, but I don’t want to kill the mood by telling him to hurry up.
Liam draws circles around the edge of my pelvic bone, and then he hovers, and a finger enters. “Oh.” My breath hitches. His thumb presses on my bundle of nerves. I’m a bundle of nerves. He rubs me in a slow circular motion. I huddle into him, breath becoming more erratic.
Another cramp. Another bit of pain. But it also feels good?
My hands tangle into his hair. My back arches. My feet try to grab hold of his legs. I pull him in tighter for a kiss. Maybe I don’t have to say hurry up, maybe...
He doesn’t budge—only the rubbing gets faster. A fire rips through my stomach. I bury my fingers harder into his back.
“Seriously, you’re still this much of a tease?” I gasp.
He presses his body further into me, returning to my lips. “Tell me what you want, Peaches, and I’ll gladly do it.” He leans in, kissing the corner of my lips like a little cheat. “Is this what you want?”
My breathing quickens as his rubbing slows. “I want you to kiss me.”
And also to hurry up before everything inside roars with pain and I can’t hide it anymore.
“I am kissing you, Peaches,” he murmurs against the skin along my collarbone and blows on the spot where my clavicle dips. “What do you really want?”
“I. Want. You,” I get in through panting breaths. “Liam, please.”
Liam pauses a hover above my lips, a cocky-ass smile cut across his face. “Good. Now you know how I’ve felt every second of every day since you first speared me with those big blue eyes of yours.”
You’re going to lose this soon.Something in the back of my mind reminds me.Your muscles are getting angry.
“I’m going to win you, Evie. That’s the only thing between us I’ve ever cared about. If you let me, I want every ounce of you to call to me like I’ve always called to you.”
Thorns and roots latch into the sidewall of my abdomen at a dizzying speed. He’ll figure it out soon, he can read me too well, but we’ve already gone so far. It wouldn’t be fair if I stopped now.
I pull him in as every inch of me throbs, more so with pain at this point than the good stuff. My fingers tangle into his hair. Legs curl around him. For a second, I swear we’re both lost in each other. The pain takes a backseat, and my thoughts are consumed with a single thought, a single name.Liam. Liam. Liam.
And I tell him. I tell him with my frantic kisses and the little sounds I can’t control. I tell him with my fingers clawing deep into his hair, into his hard-muscular shoulder blades. And he tells me with the urgency of his tongue, with the way his teeth graze my lip, with the way his hands claim every inch of me in our shared state of frenzy.
My eyes connect with his. I swallow, knowing all vulnerability and reality are washed on my face, and I can’t hide it. I love him rather hopelessly.
“I need you.” I grab for him. “Please.”
He hesitates. “Are you sure? We can take our time. I want you to be ready.”
Positive, because bad things will happen if we don’t do this soon.
I nod, reaching for a wrapper from the nightstand drawer and handing it to him. He swallows, putting it on, a little less sure for someone who just had my back arched and me literally begging for him, and then he enters, slow and gentle. I hesitate, evening my breaths as his lips brush up against mine again, this time much softer. But the passion hasn’t diminished.
I tense, anxious. I’m already in a fair amount of pain, and this isn’t helping.
It’s fine. It’ll be fine. Get out of your head.
Something gets pressed. I don’t know whatitis. A button for hellfire and agony, perhaps. My lower stomach further ignites in cramps. I tighten too much, and now everything doesn’t just hurt, it kills. With every thrust, it grows and grows. I fight back the yelp and panic, not wanting to ruin the mood for Liam. Just a few more minutes (hopefully). It’ll be fine.
