So natural.
As if right here with this man is where I was always meant to be.
My mind spins with that possibility and with everything that happened today. The crazy juxtaposition over only a handful of hours that led us to this cabin, in this storm, with this fire going beside us and our bodies now slick with sweat and desire instead of cool rain.
A horrible morning filled with reliving some of the worst moments of my life was somehow turned into something else completely. He’s taken me from the dark place I was in after, to this bright, happy, contented one, where the promise of all those things I never had overwhelms me instead of fear of what’s coming.
His mouth still moving over mine, Liam reaches between us and guides his cock to my entrance, sliding into me on a long, languid glide that makes me tip my head back on a groan.
My pussy ripples and clenches around him, and I score my nails across his back, arching into him and giving myself to him completely.
He buries himself in me all the way to the hilt, a deep rumble moving through his chest and mine. “Fuck, I love you, Bluebell.”
The heated words murmured against my skin send as much pleasure coursing through me as being with him like this does. Because it isn’t bullshit. He isn’t another man like Brad, telling me what I want to hear and making promises he never intends to keep.
He’s the real deal.
And he’s mine.
Just like I’m his.
That single word from earlier was enough to shatter the last of my defenses, to allow me to break down those final bricks I tried to hide behind. It washed away any sort of regret for anything that got me here to Liam.
Because I’ve never been anyone’s anything before.
Instead of feeling controlled by his possessive statement, by the way he has me pinned beneath him, by the feral look in his eyes, it feels like being branded with a mark I never want to lose.
Liam captures my hands and pushes them above my head, holding my wrists together and keeping me in place. His eyes never leave mine as he drags his hips back and slowly pushes into me again, the rhythm he sets so slow, so sensual, that it truly feels like being taken completely by this man.
Like I’m his.
Unable to control my own reaction, the tears start to pool in my eyes.
He dips his head and kisses them away before they trickle down my temples to the soft rug beneath us. “Please don’t cry.”
I made so many promises to myself that I wouldn’t again, but since arriving in McBride Mountain, they’ve all vanished like the mist does as the sun rises over the mountain. Burned away by the bright sunlight that overtakes the darkness the same way Liam’s shining heart forced away the darkness I’ve lived with for so long.
But these are happy tears.
The type I can’t remember ever crying before…
“I’m sorry.”
He shakes his head, the intensity with which he looks at me while he moves so slowly and deliberately inside me enough to make me suck in a sharp breath. “Don’t ever apologize to me for anything, Lucky.”
It’s hard to break myself of that habit learned at a young age. Whenever anything went wrong in one of my temporary homes, apologies were self-preservation. Sometimes, the only thing that could be done or said to prevent things from getting worse.
And there are so many other things I want to say to him.
Words that have sat on the tip of my tongue but that I’ve been too damn afraid to say.
But even if I could manage my fear, my ability to speak them is stolen by the power of his strong, hard body driving into me at such a torturously slow pace.
He pulls back abruptly, using his grip on my wrists and his other arm around my body to drag me upright with him, so I’m sitting on his cock with my knees on either side of him.
Chest to chest.
Face to face.
