I can’t breathe. I can’t think. All I can do is feel.
The heat of him. The stretch, the burn, the way he fills me so perfectly it’s like he was made to fit inside me. I arch into him, a ragged, desperate whimper escaping me when his thumb finds my clit, pressing down with ruthless precision, circling just right, drawing tight spirals of pleasure that make my muscles lock.
“That’s it,” he grits out, watching me fall apart with a look that borders on reverent. “Come for me, honey. Let me feel you squeeze my dick.”
And God help me, I do.
The orgasm rips through me like a wildfire, white-hot and violent, stealing the air from my lungs. I sob his name, body clamping down around him, trembling so hard it feels like I’m coming apart in his hands.
He doesn't stop.
He holds me there until the pleasure spirals into something so sharp and overwhelming that I’m pleading for him without even meaning to.
“Please, Liam,” I gasp, tears burning the backs of my eyes. “Please.”
And that’s what undoes him.
With a guttural growl, he slams into me once, twice more, then stills, his entire body locking up as he buries himself deep, pouring into me with a raw, broken cry against my neck.
We cling to each other, shaking, gasping, desperate to stay connected even as the aftershocks roll through us.
When he finally manages to catch his breath, he whispers it so soft I almost think I imagine it. “Mine.”
A broken whimper catches in my throat. Because I am.God, I am.And I don’t want to be anything else.
Without breaking our connection, Liam scoops me up, his arms solid around me, his mouth brushing a kiss against my temple, and carries me the few steps to the living room.
He sinks down onto the couch, pulling me with him so I’m straddling his lap.
He’s still buried deep inside me, thick and hot, and the moment I shift tightening around him without meaning to, he lets out a guttural groan that vibrates straight through me.
“Fuck,” he grits out, gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks. “You drive me crazy, honey. Make me want to do so many filthy things.”
A shiver rolls through me. Leaning forward, I let my breasts brush against his chest, loving the way the coarse hair teases my sensitive, already aching nipples. The roughness, the heat, the overwhelming feel of him sends sparks shooting straight to my core.
I slide my hands into his hair, tugging gently, and then lean in to nip at his earlobe, my breath hot and shaking.
“Do them,” I whisper, so desperate it’s practically a plea. “Do all of them.”
Something snaps in Liam’s eyes.
The heat between us reignites so fast it’s like striking a match in a room filled with gasoline. He grips my ass, grinding me down onto him, his cock still thick and pulsing inside me.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, honey,” he growls against my throat, nipping just hard enough to make me moan.
I roll my hips in slow, deliberate circles, feeling every inch of him, watching him unravel.
“Then show me,” I breathe, nails scraping lightly over his scalp.
Liam surges up, catching my mouth in a brutal, searing kiss, all tongue and teeth and pure, hungry possession. He rocks up into me, thrusting slow but deep, and I break the kiss with a cry, clutching at his shoulders as my body clenches down around him again.
He catches my hips, holding me still, forcing me to take every long, deliberate thrust exactly the way he wants to give it.
“Gonna fuck you so good you forget your own name,” he mutters against my mouth, dragging his tongue along my lower lip before biting down just enough to make me gasp.
I brace my hands on his chest, riding him now, matching his rhythm, lost in the overwhelming drag and burn of his cock, the way his hands guide me like he owns every inch of me.
And maybe he does.
