Liam cups the back of my neck, his forehead resting against mine as he moves inside me with slow, relentless strokes that make me feel everything.
“I’ve got you, honey,” he whispers, voice breaking. “Not letting go.”
Tears slip from my eyes, and he kisses them away without stopping, rocking into me like he’s stitching all my broken pieces back together. And when we fall again, we fall together.
I must fall asleep in his arms, because the next thing I know, I’m waking up to the soft press of lips against my hip.
I blink down, still hazy, and find Liam settled between my thighs naked, beautiful, and wrecked in the best way. He meetsmy gaze as he presses another slow, reverent kiss to the inside of my thigh.
“Morning, honey,” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep and heat.
Before I can answer, he nudges my legs wider with his big, rough hands and settles in like he has all the time in the world.
He kisses higher, nipping lightly at sensitive skin, making me gasp and arch toward him.
“You don’t have to—” I start, still half-asleep, half-buzzing from everything we’ve already shared.
His eyes gleam when they lift to mine.
“I want to,” he says simply. “Needto.”
And then he’s there, licking a slow, devastating stripe through my center, humming low in his throat when he tastes me.
My head falls back against the pillows with a moan.
He doesn’t rush.
He savors.
Soft flicks of his tongue. Lazy teasing licks around my clit. Slow, filthy kisses like he’s memorizing every single reaction.
I reach down, threading my fingers into his messy hair, holding him to me.
He groans when I tug, the vibration sending shocks through my whole body.
“Liam,” I pant, hips canting toward him.
“Shh, honey,” he murmurs against me. “Just feel me.”
And God help me, I do.
When he finally sucks my clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue with maddening precision, I break apart with a sharp, gasping cry. He doesn't stop until I'm trembling, boneless, completely undone beneath him.
When he finally pulls back, he presses one last kiss to my thigh and crawls up the bed, gathering me against his chest like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever touched.
I nuzzle into him, heart pounding, limbs heavy with bliss.
He kisses the top of my head and whispers, almost shyly, “Been dreaming about a life with you, you know.”
I blink up at him, heart catching.
“What kind of life?”
He brushes my hair off my forehead, smiling so softly it guts me.
“Updating the house, so it’s the way you like it. Kittens in the house. Maybe a dog too, if you talk me into it.”
My throat tightens, tears burning behind my eyes.
