“And the second rule?” I whisper, my voice shaking.
He lifts his head, his blue eyes blazing down at me.
“Second rule,” he says, slow and lethal, “Is that every time you even think about leaving this bed, I’m gonna remind you exactly who you belong to.”
He thrusts into me in one long, devastating stroke, and I cry out, clinging to him, already lost.
“You,” he growls against my mouth, hips grinding deep, “belong to me, Olive.”
“And I'm yours,” he says fiercely, driving into me again, stealing the breath from my lungs.
“And we,” he adds, between kisses that taste like forever, “are just getting started.”
Liam doesn't give me a second to catch my breath. He moves over me, under me, into me like he owns me… like he’s staking his claim on every inch of my body and soul.
The bed creaks under us as he sets a brutal rhythm, deep and punishing and perfect.
I can’t stop the sounds that tear out of me and Liam eats them up like he’s starving.
His mouth is everywhere. My throat. My collarbone. The swell of my breasts.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he pants against my skin, his hand sliding under my knee to hitch my leg higher around his waist. “All ruined for me. All mine.”
I shudder, clinging to him, nails digging into the thick muscles of his back.
“Yes,” I gasp, because it’s the only truth that matters now.
He growls low in his chest, a deep, primal sound that makes my whole-body clench around him.
“Say it again,” he demands, thrusting harder, faster, making the headboard thud against the wall with every savage drive of his hips.
“I’m yours!” I cry out, my voice breaking as pleasure builds sharp and hot inside me again.
His hand finds my throat—not squeezing, just holding, just owning—and his thumb strokes the frantic pulse beating there.
“I love you, Olive,” he rasps. “I love you so fucking much.”
Tears prick at my eyes, blurring the edges of everything except him.
“I love you,” I choke out, the words ripped straight from my soul.
He drops his forehead to mine, thrusting deep, grinding against that perfect spot that makes the world shatter into stars.
“Come for me, honey,” he whispers, voice breaking right along with me. “Let me feel you.”
And God I do.
I fall apart around him with a sob, my body convulsing, pleasure ripping through me so hard I think I might actually pass out. Liam follows me over the edge seconds later, burying himself deep with a broken curse, his body shaking with the force of it. We collapse together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and ragged breaths, the bed sheets twisted around us like we fought a war.
When he finally lifts his head and looks at me, there’s no mistaking what’s in his eyes.
Forever.
15
I wake to the slow, teasing glide of Liam’s fingers between my thighs. A soft, needy moan slips from my lips before I’m even fully conscious.
“Mmm,” I hum, stretching like a cat, arching into his touch. “This is a nice way to wake up.”
