“Why in such a hurry?” he taunted, keeping a steady,maddeningtempo.
My breathing picked up. I tried to rock into him, forcing his touch to obey me, but it was useless.
“I’m not,” I choked out. I felt my wetness soak his hand. “I just want to come.”
“You will.” The devil squeezed my breast hard. “More than once.”
His mouth closed over me, sucking my nipple deep into his mouth—as if he were trying to suckle. It was erotic, the idea of him finding something there. Luckily, there wasn’t danger of that happening.
But the thought made me whimper.
What if….
Liam curled his finger. His thumb pressed over the bundle of nerves as he stroked the spot deep inside that made me go momentarily blind.
“Now I’ll fuck you.”
The wave of pleasure exploded inside me. I shattered, coiling tight and holding him as an anchor. The orgasm erased common sense, my name, and the concept of existence, leaving behind only this man and the feeling he gave me.
Pulling back, Liam slid his hand from between my shaking legs. I sagged into the couch. It was that or fall onto the floor. He brought his hand up between us.
“Look at the mess you made, little bird.”
I was barely aware of what was happening, my brain not having enough air to properly function. But another delicious tension clenched my pussy as Liam brought his hand to his mouth—and licked my wetness from his fingers.
A deep pulse made me moan. That was either an aftershock or a second orgasm. It was hard to tell since the first still left me breathing hard.
Liam reached for his slacks, tugging the zipper down. His cock was so freaking hard, it sprang free the moment the button slipped its loop. He was worked up. That had to be borderline painful at this point. My mouth watered in response.
He scooped me up, twisted, and placed me flat on my back. “Don’t act shy, now. You started this.”
I frowned slightly. “I’m not shy.”
He was. I wanted him naked.
“Do you know how difficult it is not to come just from looking at you?” He lowered himself on the couch, covering my body with his. “You’re fucking gorgeous, little wife.”
I didn’t feel particularly gorgeous. My hair was in a messy knot at the back of my head, the ponytail digging into my scalp, which was sweaty from the orgasm. The rest of me was just…me. There were fading red stretch marks on my belly, but luckily the skin had tightened well. The marks on my breasts were still deep and purple, though. If he noticed the stretch marks, he didn’t ask. They were normal for some people. The simple explanation that they were from a growth spurt or puberty would have been a convincing lie. But still, I didn’t particularly love them since I had nothing to show for the scars.
But when it came to scars, this man had me beat. Whatever hid behind that mask was probably horrific. His body? I felt the bunched, strained skin on his shoulder as I’d held on for dear life moments ago.
Liam braced his forearms on either side of me, lowering his body against mine. Dio sopra, he was huge—and I wasn’t talking about that monster between his legs that made my pussy weep with anticipation. His height, his stacked muscles, his freaking aura made him seem like a giant. And that was when I wasacross the room from him! With no distance between us and that hungry look raging in his eyes, I was tiny.
But when he captured my mouth in a devastating kiss, I opened my legs wider, inviting him to settle between them. He continued to bruise my mouth, my jaw, mypulsewith his kisses as his cock nudged against my pussy. I tipped my hips, and he slipped the tip inside my soaked pussy.
No help.
No guidance.
He just…fit.
“I want to fuck you like an animal,” he ground out, words shards against my throat. Every muscle in that powerful body was strung tight, as if he were holding back.
I brushed my hands up his ribs, not missing the difference between the left and right sides of his body. Scarred. Brutal. Tragicallybeautiful.There was nothing to fear from this man.
“Then do it.”
He gave me everything I asked for. With one powerful thrust, he sank to the hilt. The air left my lungs in a sharp gasp.
