“How right you are.” Quick as the blink of an eye, he pulled her up against him.
“I will not whore for you again,” Katherine cried, at that moment meaning it. She was furious to be his prisoner, and even more furious with herself, for how eager, and feverish, her body was. She had to control herself before this went any farther.
“You have never whored for me,” he said, his mouth close to hers, his gray gaze blazing. “And you never will.” Settling his hand in the hank of hair at her nape, he pulled her head back. “I want far more from you than the use of your body, Katherine.”
And Katherine stiffened, prepared to fight him.
22
Katherine dug her nails into his shoulders, trying to push him away. Because he held her hair in his fist like a rope, high up on her nape, close to her scalp, she could not turn her face away from him. His lips were demanding. Katherine refused to open, despite the feverish excitement exploding in her body. She was agonizingly aware of how hot and hard and huge he was against her own swollen sex.
Liam jerked on her head once, angry because she was not yielding, and pushed her up against the wall. Pinned there, Katherine felt the last of her resistance ebbing away. Somehow, she kept her mouth closed. He finally nipped the corner of her lips and ducked lower, tearing down her bodice as he did so. His mouth claimed her nipple and Katherine cried out. No longer trying to push him away.
He laughed then, against her breast, the sound husky and raw with triumph and excitement. Katherine held him close, gasping as he tugged and sucked, using his teeth so skillfully. When he pressed on her shoulders, urging her to the floor, Katherine did not resist. Instead, his name escaped her lips.
Her bodice was down around her waist, torn. Now Liam pushed up her skirts and ripped off her drawers with both hands. Katherine could not stand the anticipation, not for another instant. Her hands found his breeches, brushing the massive bulge there, fumbling with the tiny shell buttons. Liam laughed again, thrust her hand away, and freed his huge phallus. Katherine moaned at the sight of himstraining for her. Unable to resist, she touched him, a long, caressing stroke upon his velvety flesh.
“No more games,” Liam said harshly. “Do you understand me, Katherine?”
She whimpered, in acquiescence.
Liam thrust all the way into her. Katherine bucked, meeting him as savagely as he took her. Their cries sounded in unison, their breaths mingled, as he plunged into her repeatedly. Katherine’s explosion came very, very quickly.
Dazed, shuddering still, Katherine felt him withdraw his hardness from her. She protested. He hushed her, lying atop her fully, panting and shaking, kissing her ear, her neck. Katherine moaned and, despite the return of partial sanity, she was hardly replete. “Liam,” she whispered, stroking his back. Using her nails, letting him know what she wanted yet again.
“You are insatiable,” he muttered thickly, “but then, so am I.”
He eased his bulk into her again, this time slowly. Katherine shifted restlessly, wanting so much more. But he only smiled at her, his eyes silver, gleaming. His withdrawal was long and so slow it was painful. Katherine hissed at him.
He laughed, bent to nip her nipple, and began to rub the ripe to bursting head of his penis against the folds of her sex. Katherine jerked, crying out, but not in protest, only in need for far more.
“We have hardly had the chance to explore each other, Kate,” Liam murmured, rubbing back and forth so languidly that Katherine thought she might die. And then she did. She gripped him, convulsing. Her sudden release took them both by surprise.
Liam hugged her, panting, still stiff and throbbing between her legs. “Greedy bitch,” he whispered in her ear. “I can feel that you still want more.”
“Oh, God,” Katherine whimpered, “I do. I want you inside me. Every single inch of you.”
He laughed, the sound arrogant. “You cannot take every inch of me, treasure.”
Her gaze grew dark and defiant, wicked and challenging. “No?”
His smile was as sly. “I think not.” He raised up on his hands and knees. Katherine looked at what he displayed. She met his glittering, arrogant gaze. Bold as a snake, she reached for him and gripped him. Liam threw back his head, sliding into her hand, moaning now. The veins stood out on his neck, his biceps rippled and flexed. Katherine’s pulse quickened. She now controlled his power, it now belonged to her, and she had never felt more triumphant—or more female.
Liam thrust into her palm, his temples throbbing, his phallus pulsing, his eyes still closed. Katherine heard herself laugh softly. Two could truly enjoy this game. But her laughter had hardly died when Liam rose up over her, breaking her grip swiftly. Stunning her once again, controlling her once again, he rubbed himself against first one taut nipple, then another. Katherine lay still, watching, panting, refusing to beg and plead with him. He was so red and so swollen, larger now, that she thought he might very well explode there between her breasts.
“Do you like being so wicked, Kate?”
She nodded, unable to speak.
“Hold your breasts for me, push them together.” he commanded.
Katherine obeyed.
Liam thrust harder, faster. Katherine began to whimper, to wriggle her hips. Her loins were afire. And finally she did what she had refused to do until then—she begged. “Liam, please, oh, God, please!”
With a deep, guttural cry, he thrust between her legs, a place now slick with her body’s secretions, slick and pulsing. Katherine wrapped her long legs around his waist, begging him for more, begging him to go deeper, harder. Liam complied, plundering without mercy. Their bodies made slapping, sucking sounds. Katherine wept as her peak neared. When she began to keen, Liam jerked away from her, collapsing on the bed, shuddering with his own release.
Katherine came out of her sensual daze slowly. Sheshifted, her bare leg brushing his breech-clad one. Liam lay upon his stomach, unmoving, but his face was turned to hers, his eyes closed, his dark golden lashes fanlike upon his striking face. She blinked, confusion rising. Why ever had he done such a thing? Why had he pulled out of her, in such a manner, at such a time?
