The numbness evaporated in the rush of heat.
There wasn’t enough oxygen. The air was fuel to the fire raging between us. Adrenaline crashed through my veins. I tried to reach for him, to undress him like he was doing to me, but he eluded my grip.
The next thing I knew, I was on my back.
“Stay still,” Liam growled. “Let me play.”
My pants were gone, and Liam scooted between my legs. He buried his face there and started to lick. To suck. Todevour.
Moaning, I reached for him. I wanted to reach under his shirt, to see if he wore the necklace, but part of me worried it wasn’t there.
He said he never took it off.
Sliding my fingers down the back of his neck made him shiver. His eyelids closed, and he moaned against my pussy. I smirked. But that wasn’t why I did it. I reached, and then my fingers brushed against metal.
It was there.
Right where he said it would be.
Pulling my hands back up his neck, digging into the flesh, I pressed my touch firmly against his skull. He didn’t resist when I raked my nails across his scalp. Those soft lengths of jet-black hair threaded through my fingers. I tugged—hard.
Didn’t he know how much I loved doing this? With him, I was me. This was a part of myself I would never keep when I left. It existed because of him. But he would never believe me if said that.
No, when I left, he would blame himself. When that was the furthest thing from the truth.
I think you’re beautiful.
I wished I could stay.
Liam was more animal than man. He scored my clit with his teeth, sucked the bundle of nerves hard enough to make me moan, and then plunged two fingers into my channel without warning.
My hips arched off the floor in a flood of sensation.
I writhed, struggling to meet his thrusts with the motion of my hips. The pleasure built to a full-bodied shudder. But then—
The strange urge deep in my core pulsed.
I clamped down on the feeling, resisting the way the pleasure flexed and changed.
“Liam!” I tapped his head three times.
As a fighter, he should have known what that meant.
He continued to feast on my pussy. Each lick was torture. His fingers curled, making the sensation pulse stronger through my core.
I will not pee on him!
I fought it. I really did.
“Liam!” I screamed as the knot of pleasure tightened without my permission. “Dio sopra, no!Liam!”
The release was a pop.
In the explosion of euphoria was met with a rush of hot, wet liquid. I couldn’t stop it. Digging my fists into my eye sockets, I lay there panting. I wanted to die.
“Well, look what we have here,” Liam chuckled darkly, lifting his head to stare down at the mess. “I had no idea you were a squirter, cailín.”
My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I opened my palms and tried to cover my face. My body was so broken, I couldn’t even orgasm without wetting myself! Just like the deep stretch marks on my belly, urinary inconsistency was the price I’d paid—without the reward that made it worth it.
