Each brutal thrust slams me harder against the wall, my fingers clawing at his shoulders, at his hair… anywhere I can anchor myself against the wild, beautiful onslaught of him.
He braces one hand high above my head, caging me in completely, his other hand slipping between us to thumb at my clit in tight, ruthless circles.
I sob into his mouth, my whole body shaking as he drives me higher, faster, harder.
“You gonna come for me again, pretty girl?” he rasps, dragging his teeth down the side of my neck, his hips never slowing, never faltering. “You gonna make a mess all over my cock?”
“Y-yes,” I gasp, voice breaking, tears stinging the corners of my eyes from how good it feels, how right it feels.
“That’s it,” he mutters, nipping my jaw. “Take it. Take everything.”
His hand clamps tighter on my thigh, pinning me wide open for him, grinding into that perfect spot inside me that has my head snapping back against the wall with a cry.
And then he says it… low, filthy, devastating.
“Been wanting to fuck you like this since the first goddamn night, Olive. Since you stood there looking at me with those big fucking eyes, all sweet and shy with your tits begging to be sucked. Been dreaming about making you mine.”
The words tear something open inside me.
I shatter around him with a scream, my nails dragging down his back, my body convulsing and clenching so hard around him he groans deep.
“Fuck, honey,” he bites out, his hips losing rhythm, pounding into me harder, faster, chasing his own release with raw desperation.
He slams in deep one final time, holding there, grinding against me as he pours himself into me with a guttural sound that’s half growl, half worship.
We cling to each other, trembling, gasping, the aftershocks rolling through us so violently it’s all we can do to stay upright.
Liam presses his forehead to mine, his breath ragged.
“I love you, Olive.”
The world tilts and I break again, holding onto him.
“I love you, too,” I breathe, the words trembling on my lips. “So much.”
For a moment, we just stay there. Pressed together. Still joined. Hearts thundering in sync. Staring at each other like we’re seeing the future and it’s us. Something shifts between us then. Something deep, irrevocable. And as we cling there, still shuddering from everything we just survived, I feel it.
Him.
Thickening inside me again.
A soft gasp slips from my mouth, and Liam’s gaze darkens, his hands smoothing down my sides, like he’s grounding himself in the reality of us.
This time we don’t stay against the wall. He lifts me easily, carrying me to the bedroom like I'm something precious. The sheets are still a wreck from earlier, but neither of us cares.
We stop at the edge of the bed, and he sets me down, cupping my face in his big, calloused hands. There’s a reverence in the way he looks at me now, like I’m his whole damn world.
And then he undresses me. Piece by piece. The dress slides over my head, pooling at my feet. The locket catches on the fabric for a moment, but Liam gently untangles it, letting it fall back against my chest where it belongs. He presses akiss to it first. Then to my heart. And then he removes my undergarments.
He kisses his way down my collarbone, the swell of my breasts, the soft curve of my belly like he’s memorizing every inch of me.
When I'm bare before him, trembling and open and his, he stands back just long enough to strip out of his own clothes. Every movement slow. Every second thick with meaning.
By the time he steps back to me, naked and glorious and mine, my whole body is shaking with anticipation.
He slides onto the bed, pulling me into his lap so I’m straddling him.
This time when he sinks into me, it’s slow. Deep. Devastating. We both gasp, clutching at each other, feeling the difference… the forever layered between every touch, every kiss, every breath.
