First, he fingers me. It doesn’t take long for me to come. The climax courses through my body. My pulse races in my veins. And like a true dom, Liam holds my gaze the whole time. Soft moans escape my throat, but he doesn’t stop. He’s only moved my underwear to the side, and I wonder when he’ll remove it.
A grin of masculine hunger crosses his face. The dim light of the library casts more shadows along his face, turning him into some Gothic villain. It makes my heart pound more.
And then, he stabs two fingers through my opening.
“Oh, God?—”
His mouth crashes against mine, swallowing my cry. God, he knows what to do. My toes curl up as he plunges his fingers in and out, thumb rubbing my slippery clit. Heat fills every inch of me.
When my inner muscles clench around his fingers, Liam lowers his chin until our foreheads touch, lips hovering above mine. “You’re mine, Lexie. My sweet girl. My dirty, little slut.”
“F-fuck, Liam.” I lift my hips, trying to get those fingers to go deeper.
He stops. His fingers pause. I go still. The expression on his face…pure unfiltered predator. He tilts his head, eyes narrowing, piercing.
“You know better, mo Róisín.”
And then, it dawns on me. I resist the urge to brat. Instead, I nod and correct myself, “Forgive me, Sir?”
Muscles hardening, Liam smiles. “Absolution will be yours, Elexia Carter.”
With that, he adds another finger and pumps them in and out while grinding the heel of his hand against my clit. I tip my head back, and his teeth scrape along my throat.
I take rapid breaths, inner muscles fluttering.
“Give it to me, Luv.”
He sinks his teeth into my flesh—just a prick—and at the same time, he hooks his fingers inside me, penetrating to that magical zone I’ve never managed to find. Not with a dozen different sex toys.
The pressure snaps. Suddenly, I’m fucking his hand, screeching through my teeth from the smoldering heat, overwhelming me as the orgasm floods every part of my body. As I come down, he takes his fingers out and makes a show of licking them. My throat aches as I stare, wondering how he makes it look so erotic.
I’m still gasping, knees ready to buckle, until he lifts me by the base of my thighs. The shelves chafe my naked back, but I don’t care. My pussy is dripping, ready for more.
Liam drags his mouth along my neck, then my jawline, while I gasp, “I need…Sir, please, I need?—”
“You need t’feel how much I goddamn want ya, Lexie.” His Irish brogue thickens. His grip on my thighs strengthens. And his cock jerks in his pants, throbbing against me. With a single-minded focus, he lowers his voice to a silky growl, “I’m not just desperate to give you pleasure. I’mdyingfor it. Fucking gagging for it.”
A deep ache forms inside me. I reach for him, bring his mouth to mine, but he stops me.
“Let me see ya, Luv.” His sight lowers to my neckline, lingering, pleading. “Let me see the beauty that’s all mine.”
Desire pulses through me. I’m quivering with it, but I don’t know why the idea of showing him my front scrambles my senses and sends a chill through me. It doesn’t stop me.
Hands trembling, I lift them to the straps and slowly peel them down, revealing my breasts beneath the built-in bra. His dick nearly punches through his pants. I love it. To know the sight of me drives him wild.
“Fuck, you’re breathtaking,” he expresses. My nipples harden under his gaze.
And when he slides one hand from my thigh and takes my left breast in his palm, a moan lodges in my throat. One brush of his thumb along my nipple, and a wave of desire sweeps through me. Emotion engulfs me.
Liam takes one nipple between his thumb and finger, rolling it. The need inside me grows stronger, deeper.
“Love these tits. So round. Flawless. They fit my hands like they were molded for me.” My womb tightens, pussy practically drooling from his words. “You’re so goddamn sweet, Darlin’. And sexy. Killing me.”
He fondles my breast before pushing his pelvis harder against me. When his other hand leaves my thigh, I clench my thighs tighter around his waist, but he has me, barely an inch between us. Now, he cups my other breast, and both his thumbs rub my nipples. I choke on a breath, then hold it.
The sheer vulnerability of the moment makes my blood feel thick and slow. He’s still staring at my breasts, memorizing their every curve and making my skin tingle.
Every part of your body matters to me.
