I pull back slowly, dragging my tongue along the sensitive underside of him just to hear the ruined sound he makes. When I glance up, the look on his face nearly undoes me. It’s like I’ve stripped him bare in a way no one else ever has.
He moves in a blur, surging forward, grabbing me under the arms and hauling me up his body like I weigh nothing.
Our mouths crash together—filthy, claiming, starved—and then he’s flipping us, pinning me beneath him on the bed.
“You wanna play rough, honey?” he growls against my mouth, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. “Then don’t cry when you get what you asked for.”
I whimper, arching into him, loving the way his body covers mine completely. He kisses his way down my throat, biting and sucking little bruises into my skin like he wants to mark me everywhere.
And when he reaches my hips, he yanks my jeans and panties down in one swift move, tossing them somewhere behind him without a care.
Then he drags me to the edge of the bed, tossing my thighs over his broad shoulders.
“Holy fuck,” he breathes, his voice shaking when he sees how soaked I am for him. “Look at you.”
He doesn’t waste another second. His mouth is on me before I can even beg. His tongue flicks and licks and sucks in a rhythm that has me gasping, clutching the sheets, completely undone in seconds. He eats me like he’s making up for every minute he didn’t get to have me.
One big hand pins my hips down, keeping me right where he wants me, while the other slides up, his thumb circling my clit in time with his tongue. I sob his name, back arching off the bed, pleasure crashing over me so fast and hard it feels like drowning.
But Liam doesn’t let up.
He keeps going, dragging every last aftershock out of me, murmuring filthy, sweet things against my skin.
“That's it, honey,” he growls between kisses. “Give it to me. Every fucking bit.”
When I finally collapse against the bed, shaking and boneless, he kisses his way back up my body, slower this time, tender.
He cradles me against his chest, peppering soft kisses over my hair, my cheeks, my lips.
“Mine,” he whispers roughly against my mouth. “Every last piece of you.”
And in the wreckage of what he just did to me, there’s only one answer left.
“Yours,” I whisper back. “Always.”
We stay tangled together for a long moment, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts still racing, the room thick with the scent of sex and love and home.
Liam’s fingers trail lazy patterns down my spine, light enough to make me shiver.
I can feel him smiling against my hair even before he speaks, his voice low and full of pure, wicked amusement.
“You know,” he drawls, nuzzling the curve of my neck, “We really didn’t properly break in the bed.”
I let out a breathless laugh. He grins, clearly not put off by my silence, and rolls his hips just enough that I feel how ready he is all over again.
“Liam,” I groan, half exasperated, half already arching into him.
He just chuckles, that deep, lazy rumble that makes my toes curl.
“I’m serious, honey,” he murmurs, brushing kisses along my jawline, his hand sliding up to cup my breast, his thumb teasing my nipple until it pebbles under his touch. “This bed’s gonna be ours. New life, new start, new rules.”
“And the first rule is?” I breathe, already trembling.
He grins against my throat, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to make my body jolt.
“First rule is: we don’t leave it,” he says, sliding between my thighs again, his cock already hard and hot against my belly. “Not until we’ve made sure every damn inch of it knows your name.”
Heat floods my core, pooling low and hot and needy.
