I pulled her closer with rough hands against her stomach as I buried my face between her legs and pressed my tongue deeper into her core. I groaned against her, reveling in her heat and the scent of her arousal.
If the world ended in that moment, I would not have noticed because I was already in heaven.
Her legs opened wider and she moaned louder, begging for more.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling gently but firmly as she writhed against my face. The salty-sweet taste of desire coursed through my veins and made me want to claim every inch of this woman who looked down at me like I was the only man alive. She tasted so fucking good it hurt—and I took advantage of that by sucking on her clit roughly while one hand slid lower to find her entrance slick with need.
Zoey cried out and bucked against my mouth as I pressed two fingers inside of her slowly but surely until she was filled to the brim with my touch.
She trembled around me.
Her body bucked against my mouth and fingers, her scent filling the room as I lapped at her sweet honey. She shatteredin my arms and all I could think about was being inside of her, filling her up until we both found our release.
“Liam,” she whispered when she caught her breath. “That was...”
I stood up slowly and pulled my pants and boxers down, freeing my already hard cock from its confinement. It stood straight out before me, leaking pre-cum for this woman who owned me completely whether I wanted to admit it or not.
For a moment I simply stood there, breathing hard, trying to steady the surge of feeling moving through me. Want was part of it. Hunger, too. But beneath that was something heavier, something I had spent most of my life learning to keep under control. With her, the discipline felt thinner, but more important.
I dragged my shirt off, revealing the skin and scars that told their own story.
Her gaze followed the movement. The scars never bothered me before. They were part of the map of who I had been forced to become. But the way she looked at them now made me suddenly aware of every mark.
She slid her skirt down her legs and reached for me. The gesture was simple, but it carried a quiet certainty that made my pulse kick harder.
Zoey was long and lean, all clean lines and quiet strength. Her blue hair spilled across the sheets in messy waves, the color contrasting with her warm skin. Her shoulders were narrow, her waist pulling inward before her hips flared just enough to make my hands ache to hold them again.
There was nothing delicate about her. She carried herself with a stubborn confidence that she brought to every argument, every challenge. Even here, bare and unguarded, she looked completely certain of herself.
And God help me, that might have been the most incredible thing about her.
I reached underneath her with one arm and flipped her over in one swift motion, inciting a squeal of surprise.
She looked back at me over her shoulder with a look of pure delight and lust. “Fuck me, Liam. Please.”
I couldn’t have resisted even if I’d tried.
I knelt behind her, my erection pressing against her ass as I took in her beauty one last time before positioning myself at her entrance.
My hands found her hips, and I filled her in a single thrust that made us both gasp. The sensation slammed through me, grounding me completely in the moment.
Zoey arched her back and gripped the sheets, moaning in approval and as I began to move within her in long, deep strokes. “Holy… fuck…ohhh… yes, Liam. Yes.”
I could have come at any moment but I wanted—no, needed—this to continue. I would mourn the loss of her touch as soon as it was over, and it couldn’t be over. Not yet. So, I pulled out.
“What are you doing?” she asked with a whimper.
“I need to see you ride me, love.”
She sat up and smirked seductively, and I knew I was going to be ruined.
There was that spark again, that defiant confidence that had drawn me in from the start.
She shoved me down on the bed and straddled me, her body hovering over me. The tip of my cock brushed against her, and she gave me a sly grin.
“You like that?” she teased as she slowly lowered herself onto my cock, taking me inch by excruciating inch into her warmth until she was fully seated.
“Fuck, yes,” I groaned. She began to move with a rhythm that matched the beating of my heart against my chest. It was likeheaven and hell all at once as she took control, creating a rhythm that drove me to insanity.
