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When he’s undone my final real button, he helps me slide out of my wedding dress, then drapes it over a chair. I tremble, cold in his absence. But when he returns to me, he presses his warm body against my back, squeezing his hands possessively over my breasts, my waist, my ass. When he slides his hand between my legs, he sucks in a breath, and I grin to myself.

I waxed myself bare in the hopes he might like it, and apparently, he does.

“Show me,” he commands.

Slowly, seductively, I crawl onto our bed, giving him a prime view of my ass before lowering myself onto the duvet and rolling onto my back. With his full attention below my hips, I spread my legs wide, then wider.

He takes his time undressing, only tearing his gaze away when he has to, as if the sight of my bare pussy is the most captivating thing in the world. I feel wetness pool at my opening as he stares at me with pure lust. The more he undresses, the slicker I get. With his muscles on display for me, it’s all I can do not to play with myself in anticipation.

He lowers his boxer briefs to the floor, and then he’s fully naked, stroking himself lazily as my inner muscles clench around nothing. I’ve missed him so much. And though I mourned the loss of our friendship most of all, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss his thick cock, the taste of him in my mouth, the feel of him in my pussy.

Standing at the edge of the bed, he glides one hand up my leg, making me tremble as he continues to stroke his engorged length.

“You’re going to come twice on my tongue before I fuck you with my cock,” he says. “Understood?”

I nod, already breathing hard. Twice?

My muscles clench in anticipation, but Liam just stands there, waiting for my reply.

“Yes,” I say desperately. “Yes, I understand.”

In one swift motion, he’s down on his knees, yanking me to the edge of the bed, his arms hooked beneath my thighs to keep me spread wide. Before touching his mouth to me, he blows lightly on my wetness, and the cooling sensation along my folds makes me jerk in surprise.

He growls, tightening his grip on my thighs to hold me still. When I stop squirming, he lowers his face to my pussy, then licks me from opening to clit. I moan, my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Watch,” he commands, and I snap my eyes open.

The view of him between my thighs, lavishing all his attention on my pleasure, brings me close to cresting. The way he worships my body has become a drug to me. My back arches as he sucks on my clit.

He grips my hips in place, but I’m already trembling, my orgasm shuddering through me in one quick burst. I go limp, my legs ready to collapse to either side, but Liam holds me firm. He repositions me at the edge of the bed, angling my pussy up toward the ceiling. Then he lowers his head and licks my entrance.

I gasp as he licks me again and again, shoving his tongue deeper every time. He’s so hot and forceful inside me that I try to writhe in pleasure, but his grip is secure. He presses his thumb to my clit as he eats me out, rubbing hard as he continues to lick inside me, and the combination is what sends me over the edge this time.

I scream his name, but he doesn’t let up, even after my spasms subside. As he keeps working my sore pussy, I’m worried he’ll force me through a third orgasm, unsatisfied with the first two. And with my legs weak and shaking, I’m not sure how much more I can take.

He dips his tongue deep, then drags my wetness up my folds, up to my clit, up along my waxed, sensitive skin, then up to my navel. Climbing on top of me, he continues to lick up my body, pausing to suck on each nipple, hard enough to make me cry out before he licks his way up to my neck. Biting and sucking, he feasts on my tender skin.

I part my lips, ready for him to plunge his tongue in my mouth. But instead, he slides one hand beneath my body and flips me over.

I’m on my belly, with barely enough time to turn my head to the side before Liam covers my body with his. I feel him nudge at my entrance, and I spread my thighs for him, tears already leaking from my eyes.

When he shoves inside me, he buries his face in the nape of my neck and groans into my hair. He thrusts hard, deeper than ever before, with this new angle.

From behind, Liam has all of the control, and he knows it. He drills my pussy hard, driving me into the mattress. I trust my husband with all my heart, and there’s something so thrilling about being taken from behind by him. Surrendering to his power, giving in to the danger of his aggression.

His forceful shoves become a vigorous pounding, and he threads his fingers into my hair, gripping firmly as he holds my head against the mattress. I scream into our marital bed, crying out in pain and pleasure. He’s taking all of me, claiming me as his own. I am his completely, and the thrill of that knowledge travels down my spine.

My husband fills me with his cock and surrounds me with his body, fully dedicated to possessing me in a way that makes me feel cherished. He lets go of my hair to slide both his arms beneath me, squeezing my breasts as he holds me as close as possible. I’m still pressed down into the bed, but with Liam around me like this, I’m transported.

Euphoria hits me in waves as he thrusts inside my pussy. And as he bellows with the beginnings of his own climax, he grips me so tight I can barely breathe. But I don’t need to. All I need is him, and if I only breathe in shallow gasps of pleasure for the rest of my life, so be it. That’s all I’ll ever want from this world.

But eventually, he loosens his grip. He pulls us onto our sides as he holds me to him, his cock still in my pussy. When he eases himself out, I feel empty but full, demolished but worshipped. Surrounded by Liam and the strength of his love.

Chapter 58

Brioni

In our pub’s back room, the O’Sullivan family gathers to witness this momentous occasion.