She loved being at his mercy. Being the object of his desire.
When he was done with her breasts, his hands drifted lower, skimming her belly, then trailing down to the place she needed him most.
In the mirror, she watched as he parted her with achingly slow precision.
One finger slipped inside, followed by the gentle press of his palm against her clit.
Liam’s voice was warm against her ear. “Good girl.”
Nerves shot through her body.
She whimpered, her hips rocking forward without conscious thought.
“You like watching what I’m doing to you?”
Her lips parted, but she couldn’t speak. The only sound was her breath. It was ragged, unsteady, alive.
He added the slightest pressure with his thumb, and her knees nearly gave out.
“Do you like the way it feels?” he asked, fingers curling just right.
She nodded, barely able to whisper. “Yes… God, yes.”
Her knees buckled slightly, and he steadied her with one arm around her waist, never letting her fall. His other hand continued its gentle torment, filling her, circling her, coaxing her body into a rhythm that was uniquely theirs.
She couldn’t look away.
In the mirror, she saw her skin flushed, her mouth parted, her nipples peaked from his earlier attention. And behind her, she saw him. His jaw was tight with restraint, eyes burning into hers.
He was watching her watch herself.
The vulnerability of it sent a shiver down her spine… but also something else. Power. She wasn’t just reacting; she was part of this. He wasn’t performing on her. He was with her, meeting her in this moment.
He kissed the curve of her shoulder, his beard grazing her skin. “You’re breathtaking,” he murmured. “Every sound you make. Every time your body moves against mine. You have no idea what it does to me.”
Her breath hitched as his fingers slid out slowly and then back in, pressing deeper this time, curling just enough to make her legs tremble again.
“Liam…” she whispered, her voice full of need.
He drew her even closer, pressing his hips gently into her from behind, letting her feel his arousal, thick and ready,pressed to the curve of her backside. The heat of him, the weight of him… it made her pulse thrum.
“You’re so responsive,” he whispered. “So sensitive. And I want to give you everything. But I need you to stay right here for me… just like this.”
His hand moved faster now, not rushed but with intent. She moaned again, louder this time, as pressure built inside her. Her body chased something just out of reach. Her hands found the edge of the dresser for balance, her palms pressing into the cool wood as her thighs began to shake.
“I’ve got you,” he said softly, kissing the back of her neck. “Don’t hold back. I want you to fall apart in my hands first.”
She whimpered, thighs trembling.
“I don’t know how,” she choked out. “It never?—”
“Don’t think,” Liam cut in gently, his fingers moving in slow, sure circles. “Just feel.”
His lips brushed her ear. “You’re safe with me. No one’s judging. There’s only this…”
He kissed her shoulder.
“Only me…”
