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Ty
Once Liam started kissing, he didn’t let up.
I didn’t want him to either. A fury surged through me as I hated him for depriving me of his kiss, which I only knew could feel that good because he’d finally offered it to me, and—It. Was. Epic.
How could a man with such an expert kiss keep that from anyone? It deserved to be shared with the world, but I was pleased he was sharing it with me, and so goddamned self-serving in my adoration of it.
His scruff pressed against my face as he nipped at my bottom lip, then locked his mouth against mine, caressing my tongue with his. It was all so electrifying, particularly as he stimulated my prostate. I wasn’t just shaking. It was a goddamn earthquake as he took me like I had wanted to be taken by him since the day we met.
In the frenzy of passion, I lost track of reality—or sense.
None of that explained what we were or this chemistry between us.
It was fate that brought us together, I was sure. Fate had carried him into my life, swept me away with him, and as horrifying as the path had been, it had driven us to this place where we held one another and he gave me the sort of pleasure I couldn’t have conceived of until I first laid eyes on him. I had imagined this moment a thousand times since that day, anticipating what it would feel like, how much pleasure my body could manage, but I never dreamed it could be better than my wildest fantasies—that with a kiss he could make me question the very nature of the universe and reality. He made me believe in something so much more powerful than what we shared in that moment.
A powerful push of his cock within me had me moaning with pleasure, but even that had a hard time escaping my lips because of the way Liam worked my mouth out.
Give me your everything, Liam.
Tears stirred in my eyes as he did just that, without me even verbalizing my request, as if he’d picked up on it on some level. I hadn’t realized how thirsty I’d been for the moment until he offered me a taste, and now I just wanted to drown in all that he was.
“Mine, mine,” I whispered.
I wasn’t even sure what I was saying. My words were the ramblings of a desperate man—desperate for satisfaction as Liam continued working me up, making my body climb to a height I hadn’t realized I could reach.
Liam whispered back, “Yours, all fucking yours.”
And we were, pulled together by some unseen force, magnetized by a power beyond a creator, an energy that tied our souls to one another. It was all magical thinking, but how could it not be whenmagicwas the only word that could describe what I was experiencing? It was lightning embodied in flesh, an experience that tore through time and space, ripped right through with an intensity that left the powerful thunder of our movements in its wake.
Tossing and turning, we shifted to whatever positions we were inspired to move into, but ensuring that our lips would never part long…now that we could have that.
I needed him deep within me, though. I needed his cock pushing against that spot that was at his command. Soon he was fucking me from behind, his arms wrapped around me, his hand pressed tight against my abs as I twisted my head to keep our lip-lock tight, enjoying every movement as I felt myself growing close.
“Liam…”
He slid his hand down my stomach and gripped my stone-hard shaft.
“Stop, stop, please don’t make me come,” I pleaded.
He halted and pulled away, his brows tugging together.
I laughed. “No, I do want to come, but I want you to come in me first. Please.”
He released my cock and slid his hand up my body, to my throat, firming his hold on it, not to restrict my breath, but as a move of dominance, a move I loved the feel of. Like my breath was his to control.
Kicking one leg flat across the bed before sliding his other to the side, he rolled onto his back, bringing me with him. He continued fucking me, growling, one hand tight against my throat as the other traveled across my body, to my chest.
He flicked his thumb against my nipple, and I heard him growl again. His rhythm shifted, his entire body convulsing in a way that assured me he was nearing his end.
“Ty, I’m…I’m…” he said, his lips right before mine.
“Give it to me, Liam. Claim this hole the way you claimed my mouth.”
He licked up my lips before crushing his mouth against mine, calling out into my mouth as he gave me his load.
I pressed my heels into the mattress, shifting my ass about, some instinctive part of me wanting to feel full of him. He slid his hand down from my nipple, and as he took my cock in his grip again, I felt my climax surge through me, my cum shooting across my abs.
