I groaned as he fitted himself against me, pressing his hard length where I wanted him most.
“How about now?” he teased, looking far too satisfied with himself.
I thrust my arms up, breaking his grip and shoving him away. Rather than escape, I remained where I was, notching my chin up as he stared me down. My eyebrow lifted to ask what he was going to do about it.
His gaze flashed. There was something erotic in the way he licked my blood off his lips.
Anticipation made my breathing shallow.
He was on me in the next second, his movement a blur. His mouth found mine. He wasn’t gentle, his fangs or mine accidentally piercing his bottom lip, flavoring our kiss with blood.
My resistance crumbled at the first sip.
Liam’s hands roamed my body as he fed from my lips.
He lifted me, using his body weight to press me against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his hips, too far gone to resist. His lips left mine to trail a path over my jaw and down my neck.
His bite made me jerk before I softened around him.
The pleasure built as he ground against me, creating a delicious friction that tipped me over the edge.
Before I could recover, I heard a rip and then felt air against my lower parts. Liam parted my folds, sliding inside in the next second with a strength that had me gasping. I moaned as he started moving.
Sensation coiled deep within. A spring that got tighter and tighter as I approached climax.
He touched my clitoris, shoving me over the edge. I screamed as I fluttered around him before going limp.
Liam picked up the pace, his hips moving between my legs at a frantic pace. He thrust once more, deeper than before as his climax detonated.
Our breaths mingled as he remained inside me. After a moment, he pressed his forehead against mine, his grip gentling as he withdrew from my body.
Before I could say anything, he swept me into his arms and carried me to the bed. His gaze never left mine as set me down and divested me of the rest of my clothes. I clenched the bedsheets on either side of me to keep from reaching for him.
He set a knee on the bed, crawling towards me. My breath shortened. I got lost in the mesmerizing way the muscles in his arms bunched and flexed.
I didn’t resist as he lifted one of my legs to press a worshipful kiss to the inside of my ankle. A shaky breath left me as he moved up my leg, lingering in several sensitive spots that tested my control. The back of my knee. The inside of my thigh.
Until finally, he reached the place where my legs met my body. There he paused. “I plan to do such bad things to you.”
I sat up, holding his gaze as I ran my hands up the hard planes of his chest. I traced the ridges of his pectoral muscles, lingering to draw light circles around his nipples. Until, finally, I brushed a touch over the raised area of his bullet wound.
The skin had healed with no signs of the black lines to denote silver poisoning.
“Then you should get on with it,” I whispered, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss over the site of the wound.
Liam’s control broke. His arms closed around me, spilling us down onto the bed.
His hands drew needy sounds from me as passion consumed us.
Dawn came and went while we were still lost in each other’s arms. Hours passed.
It wasn’t until we were deep into the morning hours that my strength faded and I collapsed onto my front.
“I give up,” I moaned into the pillow. “If you want to do anything else, it’ll have to be without my active participation.”
His chuckle followed me into slumber as he pressed a kiss on the back of my head and drew the covers over us. “Sleep,mo chuisle.”
The world faded away.
