"You should drive me insane," I said, with a smile I couldn't fight. "Why am I so obsessed with you?"
"Because you love me." He took one of my thighs in his massive hand as he lowered himself over me. The head of his cock met my slit, and our eyes were locked together. "And because I make you feel just as alive as you make me. Ready, Livvy?"
"You know I always am."
The tip of his cock pressed into me, the thick swell and pressure of it a delicious stretch on my body despite the way I'd already ridden his fingers.
I sucked in a breath. "Oh,fuck."
"You can handle me." He lifted my hands to his hair, knowing I'd draw blood on his shoulders and back if he didn't. He didn't care if I made him bleed, but he was well aware of how much I hated hurting him.
He thrust in deeper, the motion slow and smooth until he bottomed out inside me, filling me completely.
I didn't have the words to describe the sensations.
Full—perfectly full.
Consumed—overwhelmingly so.
Wanted—desperately and blissfully.
Niall gave me a minute to adjust to the feeling, his gaze hotter and wilder.
I smiled, and his lips stretched in a grin.
Finally, he moved.
The moan he tore from my lips with the first slow, rough thrust was almost animalistic.
My head tipped back, my lips parting and my eyes closing.
Niall's growl was even more beastly than the sound of my pleasure. "Your body fucking loves mine."
I laughed breathlessly, already nearing another climax as his thrusts grew rougher. "You're so confident."
"More like stubborn." He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me slowly as he drove into me again and again, hitting my g-spot with every motion.
It was so much.
Too much.
I gripped his hair like it was the only thing anchoring me as I came with a desperate cry. The wave of pleasure was so intense that as it rolled from my head to my toes, I felt like I'd been swept away in it completely.
Niall came with me, filling me with his pleasure, driving it deep inside me with every thrust.
There was nothing but him and me, for a few minutes of pure, delicious bliss.
My eyes stung as I came down from the high.
How had I ever ended things with this man?
How had I ever thrown his stuff out of our house?
How had I ever not believed him?
"I love you," I whispered, our eyes still locked. "And I'm sorry."
"Me too, Livvy. I love you so much it fucking hurts." He lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me the way he always did.
