I arched into him.
“There you go. You’re doing so fucking well.”
I warmed at his praise.
He continued to drive into me. We were both panting, desperate for what oxygen remained in the space between us. While his lips roved down my throat, he pulled himself back to slide a hand between our bodies.
His fingers scissored over my nipple, tugging, and then with a sharp pinch, he sent a rush of euphoria through my veins.
I cried out. The beast stared down at me, blue gaze packed with a heavy desire. His body was taut, every muscle strained.
A vicious growl rumbled through him. Rough. Feral. Possessive. He slammed into me with a force that made me cry out again. My inner muscles squeezed on instinct, which only made him quicken his pace. Pleasure made me tremble.
This time, when his lips pressed against my throat, he scored the flesh with his teeth. I clung to him, nails scoring his back through the dress shirt. Through the delicious haze, I felt the knotted flesh. His burns. His scars. This wasn’t the time to explore, and while I subconsciously told myself to be careful, I couldn’t stop myself from digging my nails deeper into the skin of his back.
Liam slid out then slammed into me with his cock. “Mine.”
Pleasure made me coil tight. I was going to snap. I might even break.
“Again,” I pleaded, already addicted to this feral side of him.
A deep, unforgiving thrust of his hips made the bed rock on its frame. I scrambled to loop my hands around his neck. He lifted his head, and in that stare I read one word.
Mine.
This wasn’t the time to argue. To tell him I never would be his. I wasn’t delusional. Liam might wear scars on his body, but mine were bleeding inside my chest. Something he would never see.
Liam pounded relentlessly into me. There was something raw, primal in the way he watched. The way I stared back at him without blinking, afraid I would miss something. In the building ecstasy, it was all I could do to drag a ragged, shallow breath between the brutal snap of his hips.
“You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” Liam rasped. He slid a hand between us, and when those bare fingers found my clit, I exploded.
The building surge of pleasure broke.
I screamed, not caring who heard, as I came in the arms of the monster who’d laid a claim to me.
His voice was strangled. “So beautiful.”
With those words, he buried himself inside me and exploded. I embraced the feel of him, the fullness of my body, and the rushof pleasure coursing through me. I did that. I made the mask slip, if only slightly. The beast was undone.
The quiet that followed the madness was eerie. I peeled my eyelids open, not sure when I’d closed them. Liam was watching me.
Always watching.
“There you are,” he whispered. “Are you alright, cailín?”
I swallowed and nodded. “I think so.”
He returned my nod, slowly sliding out of me. I ached at the immediate loss. But the rush of hot wetness brought back reality in an inescapable way. Liam pushed himself off the bed, and I closed my legs quickly, suddenly shy. There was no way I could make it to the bathroom without taking the mess with me.
I didn’t have to.
Liam prowled to the space, flicked on the light, and rummaged around. He returned a few moments later with a cloth. “Spread your thighs.”
I shook my head, reached for the cloth, and missed.
His bare fingers pressed firmly against my shoulder, forcing me to lie back. “I said, spread them. I really don’t want to punish you after that, cailín.”
The threat of violence zinged down my spine. My gut flipped. I should be afraid, and part of me was. But there was something under his words that made me feel like I could trust him. I was probably a delusional idiot.
