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“I have to do this,” she whispered to me, as I tried to pull the needle from her.
Shaking my head, I snatched it from her hand. “You will hate yourself, and I would rather you hate me.”
In her eyes there was a fight, because she was Mel, and my Mel would always fight me. But I would win this battle. Stepping in front of her, I pulled the cap off with my teeth before going for his arm. Mel wrapped her hands around my waist and placed her head on my back, not watching.
Good. I didn’t want her to see this.
I did it as quickly as possible and turned off the machines, before turning and holding her.
MELODY
I just listened in Liam’s arms, not crying or depressed but somewhat relieved that someone else had fulfilled my father’s wish. Something I had dreaded since he first asked. We stood there holding each other for God knows how long before Liam spoke.
“Wife, Mel, my Melody. Let’s go to bed,” he whispered, and I nodded. He lifted me up bridal style, and a part of me wanted to fight him but not now. Not tonight. Not our wedding night. Not my father’s last night. I knew I would fight him on a million things soon, but not tonight.
TWELVE
“Cruel with guilt, and daring with despair,
the midnight murderer bursts the faithless bar;
Invades the sacred hour of silent rest
and leaves, unseen, a dagger in your breast.”
~ Samuel Johnson
LIAM
“Is that all, sir?” Dylan questioned softly, placing the tray of food and the files I requested on the top of my desk. He knew just as well as anyone that if he woke my wife, I would snap his neck.
“Tell Patrick I want to know of Amory’s whereabouts in the next few hours.”
The moment the door closed I turned to Mel, only to find her sitting up and staring back at me. Her face was void and her eyes clear as day. It was almost haunting.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” I said, leaving distance between us as I tried to read her mood.
She frowned, noticing that she was still in her dress, before standing up and turning around. “Help me out of it.”
Without saying a word, I unhooked the tiny part at the top and unzipped it slowly, trying my best not to get excited, but it didn’t work.
Her fucking father just died, calm down.
Seeing her in nothing but white lace almost killed me.
Fuck it all to hell.
“Let me get you—” She stopped me with her lips, and I gave in, gladly pulling her body to mine and gripping her ass. I loved her ass. I loved how it felt like it was made for my hands only.
When her tiny hands pulled away my tie and ripped at my shirt, I had to push her away.
“Mel, we can wait. I can wait.” I gasped, breathing deeply to control my raging cock.
“Well, this isn’t about you. This is about me, and I can’t wait. I don’t want to think. I just want you inside me now.”
Fuck.
This time when she kissed me, I picked her up and laid her back down on the bed kissing a path from her lips to her neck. She moaned, pushing up against me with her hands in my hair while I worked my way down to her breast.
“I will buy you new ones,” I told her as ripped the bra from her, allowing her breasts to bounce in freedom, and pulled her underwear off. She glared at me but only for a moment before closing her eyes as I pinched her nipples.
“Harder,” she asked. So I did, pulling on them before taking them into my mouth. She was already rocking against me, and I knew she wanted me inside her, but I wouldn’t give in just yet.
My hands traveled down to cup her, and she arched up in pleasure.
“Just fuck me already, Liam.” She moaned, grinding herself into my hands.
“No,” I replied, placing three fingers in her. I watched, enjoying how she looked as she met her pleasure with my hands. I moved my fingers faster and deeper into her wet core. Each time she let out small moans of pleasure, and one of her hands went to my chest while the other pinched her breast. Watching her, this hungry for my cock, made my desire for her grow even more. I made sure to take mental pictures of this.
“Liam, your cock.”
“No.” I snickered, fucking her with my fingers even more, until she was so close that I pulled out of her.
She stared at me furious and wide-eyed. She looked enraged, and all I could do was lick my fingers of her juices.
She watched me for a moment before tackling me. I stared up at her in amusement, holding on to her thighs as she ripped my pants to get at my dick. She didn’t have to wait because the moment she pulled my pants from me it sprung up before us. This was why I chose to go without boxers. She glared at me, grabbing onto me, and I bucked up at her unable to control myself in her hands.
“You want this just as bad as I do,” she said, and I was almost tempted to tell her no fucking duh.
However, when she eased her way onto me, I couldn’t even think straight. My hips began to move, pushing my cock entirely in her.
She was moving too slowly, watching me struggle to fight back the urge to ram my way in her until she couldn’t walk.
“How quickly the tables can turn,” she whispered. I gasped when she leaned down to kiss my chest.
Grabbing on to her waist and hair, I held her on top of me before sitting up. I was done playing around. I just wanted to fuck her so deep that she wouldn’t be able to see straight.
“And how quickly they change back.” Gripping her waist, I forced her to move along with me, fucking her as we sat in the middle of my bed.
She looked me in the eyes as I looked into hers. Our lips were only inches apart, breathing each other in as she rode me. Reaching up, I brushed the side of her face and pulled her hair, along with her head, back so I could kiss her neck. Then I pushed her down onto the bed and rammed myself harder.
She moaned, and I smiled. “Fucking Jesus, Liam.”
Leaning down, I kissed the side of her face before whispering, “Not even he can save you from this now.”
Holding onto her wrist with one hand and gripping her thigh with the other, I fucked her pussy hard, ramming farther and farther inside her as she trembled in pleasure.
“Fuck, Mel,” I yelled as I felt her walls tighten around me. But even then I didn’t stop. I wanted to fuck her pretty little brain out, so I let go of her hands and grabbed on to her hips. I fucked her like she was a bitch in heat. I went quickly. I went deeply. I went in and out so many times I couldn’t even see straight, and she was screaming my name while clawing at my back. She had come twice already, and I would keep making her come until she was filled with only me.
Slowing my thrusts down only slightly, my head went back as I released in her just as she came for the third time. Drained, I forced myself to hover over her, not wanting to crush her. However, she surprised me and pulled me on top of her. So I just laid there on her breast, leaving small kisses on her neck.
“Thank you.”
“You never have to thank me for sex.” In fact, she could have it anytime she fucking wanted.
“Not only for the sex, Liam.” Stopping my kisses, I sat up to stare in her eyes, but she refused to look at me.
“My dear wife, you do not have to thank me for that either.” I kissed her cheek before finally pulling out of her. I was going to bring up condoms later, and hopefully, she didn’t want them either.
