“Can I…?” she trailed off, glancing up at him once before wrapping her lithe fingers around him.
He groaned, throwing his head back as her palm slid along him. When she tightened her hand experimentally, his hips jerked forward. Grabbing onto her hips, he started walking her back toward the mattress.
“Ye will have all the time in the world to explore,” he said when her knees hit the edge of the bed. “But for now, I’m goin’ to make ye me wife. Properly.”
* * *
When Katherine’s back hit the quilt, she felt as if all the air had left her lungs. Liam was on top of her in an instant, his cock hanging heavily between his legs. Then, just as she was catching her breath, his mouth was on hers again.
His full attention was unlike anything she could have imagined. Now, as his hands seemed to find every single inch of her, she understood why he’d held himself back. It was like he turned into a wild beast.
It made the fire between her legs burn even hotter.
“Liam,” she gasped, his name feeling like the only word she knew.
Nothing else mattered. The world had always been about the two of them, even before she knew it. His body on hers felt right; his mouth on hers was like a revelation.
“Ye’re mine, Katherine,” he told her as he forced her legs apart.
A shiver of need ran through her at his blatant possessiveness. She liked being his. She wasproudto be his.
Positioning himself between her legs, he captured her mouth again. It was less of a kiss and more of a deliberate claim. Heowned all of her, all the way down to the breath from her lungs. She was glad to give him everything.
When the hot, dull head of his cock nudged against her opening, she threw her head back against the pillows. Her body tensed, and he slowed himself just enough to lean down, his mouth by her ear.
“I’ve wanted ye badly, Katherine,” he rasped, his lips brushing against her lobe. “I’ve thought about takin’ ye like this since the night of our handfastin’. Before, even.”
“I would have let ye,” Katherine whined, her hips lifting up and pressing against his sex. “Saints, I would have let ye.”
“Daenae say that,” he groaned, the first inch of his length sliding in slowly. “I may lose control of meself.”
She couldn’t speak, not when Liam was pressing himself further forward. Her body stretched to accommodate him. As her toes curled with pleasure, she grabbed onto his shoulders, her nails digging into the strong flesh there.
“Mm,” she hummed, her mouth trying to form words.
There was no reason for her to be speaking, yet she couldn’t seem to stop noises from coming out. He reached parts of her she didn’t even know existed. It was as though every single nerve ending was on fire.
“Ach, ye feel so good,” Liam groaned as he bottomed out, his hips flush against hers. “Ye’re all mine. Do ye understand, Katherine? Ye’re mine.”
“I’m yers,” she confirmed, forcing her eyes open.
He looked more handsome than ever. His pupils were dilated, and he wore a focused expression that made her whine. The sound seemed to motivate him, and he pulled his hips back before thrusting forward.
A choked noise escaped her, and Liam kissed her once more. It distracted her from the overwhelming pressure, and by the time he pulled back for air, it had morphed into pure pleasure. She felt as though she were drunk on the sensation.
His pace increased steadily. He pulled out nearly all the way before sliding back in. His eyes never left her face, seeming to watch each expression she made, gauging her reactions and filing away what made her go crazy.
“I kent that ye would look so bonnie like this,” he growled, his strokes becoming more and more wild.
Something warm and heavy began gathering in Katherine’s belly. She felt as though she were a pot about to boil over, and Liam’s relentless efforts only sent her further toward the point of bursting. Then, he changed the angle of his hips, and Katherine saw stars.
“That’s it,” he said as she moaned, loud and unbidden. “Yer body kens it’s mine. Go on; feel it, Katherine.”
She forgot everything that wasn’t Liam, even her own name felt like a word spoken in another language. Her mouth fell open as her climax ripped through her. No sound came out, no thoughts crossed her mind. The only thing she knew was that he was the conductor of her pleasure.
“Ach, Katherine,” he growled before capturing her lips in a bruising kiss.
His rhythm faltered. The way his mouth moved against hers was sloppy, desperate. Then an animalistic sound emanated between them, and she was treated to a brand-new sensation.
