Clinging to his arms, an itching desire to melt into him overwhelms me indescribably.
His gaze pierces mine, his tears roaming his beautiful, haunting face and icy blue eyes. He is torturing himself.
With a shake of his head, he demolishes me as he says with so much pain and doubt, “that man…that man is not there anymore. You deserve the world. You deserve so much more than I can give you. I don’t know how… I’m so fucked up.”
He turns away from me, and I feel my heart shatter. Devastation coursing through my veins like poison, for me and him.
I watch him walk to the king-size bed, his shoulders slumped in defeat as he collapses onto the mattress. His arm drapes across his face, hiding those blue eyes that once looked at me like I was his entire universe but now hide behind his own demons.
I stand frozen for a moment, watching him lie there. He thinks I’ll leave now, walk away and accept that this is over. But he doesn’t understand—I can’t.
“I won’t leave you,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the music still playing softly in the background.
I move toward the bed, my legs trembling beneath me. “You can walk away if you need to, Liam,” I say quietly, my voice breaking on his name. “But I will never leave you. Not again. Never. You’re the only world I want…you’re not fucked up, your father told you didn’t matter, kicked, beat you, while you stayed strong for everyone else. If I leave now, I’d be the one kicking you while you’re down, and I won’t. I want you. Just you.”
The sheets rustle beneath me as I inch closer, holding my breath. I lie beside him, careful not to touch him—the distance between us is more insurmountable than any physical pain I’ve ever known... My face crumples into my palms as sobs rack my body, uncontrollable and raw, shaking the mattress with each heaving breath.
I can’t stop, I don’t want to stop. Let him hear what he’s done to me and what we’ve done to each other.
His breathing grows heavier beside me, the sound of his inhales becoming ragged, matching the broken rhythm of my cries.
I feel the bed shift slightly, but I keep my face hidden, afraid to look at him, afraid of what I might see—or worse, what I might not.
Then all the air leaves my lungs as I cry out in relief when his arm moves, circling my waist in one gentle motion, pulling me against him. His chest and his skin against mine are overwhelming and I cling to him like a tilting skyscraper threatening to crumble. His fingers dig into the fabric of my dress, bunching it desperately as he pulls me impossibly closer, eliminating any space between us.
“Liam...” I gasp, feeling the tremor that runs through his body.
“Fuck, baby... I’m so, so, sorry.” His voice shakes with a cry. “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t be strong enough to risk myself for you. I drowned, too caught up in how it hurts. I’ve never loved anyone like this.” He cups my face with both hands, his thumbs brushing away my tears.
Then he kisses me, desperate and hungry. I wrap my arms around him, my fingers threading through his hair, anchoring him to me as if he might disappear if I let go.
We kiss for what feels like euphoric hours, reliving what makes us inseparable, the pressure of our lips finding that perfect rhythm we’d always had, what was always mine.
My soul recognizes every cell of his body. A part of me feels so upset we had to break apart like this, after everything we’ve been through, but love is messy, torrential, painful, and so beautiful at the same time.
His eyes finally meet mine. “You’re really here?” he asks, pushing my hair away.
“I am, I always will.”
“I crossed the line.” His eyes close in pain, shaking as he wraps his arms tighter around me.
“I can’t even see the line, you crossed it so far…” I smile softly as he breathes out apologies.
His lips find mine again, softer this time but no less desperate. I melt into him, letting my body mold against his. I whimper into his mouth as his hands travel all over my body. Inch by inch, from my breast to my waist, to in between my legs.
“I need you,” I whisper against his lips. “I need all of you.”
His hands slide down my back and pull me up to his lap. I reach to open his jeans with trembling fingers in agonizing seconds, not going quickly enough, as he scrunches my dress to my hips and leaves me breathless when he rips my underwear.
I sit over his hard length, as he thrust inside me and we both scream at the pure bliss. My hands travel up his bare chest, feeling each ridge and plane, tracing the ink that marks his skin, while I’m burning everywhere he touches.
“You’re everything,” he breathes. “I tried to forget you,” he confesses, his voice raw. “Tried to drink you away, to sleep you away. But you’re in every breath I take.”
His words curl into me, intoxicating and consuming. Our bodies, soul, and heart finding each other after the storm that nearly destroyed us. His lips find mine again as his hands grip my hips, guiding me up and down in an intoxicating rhythm that has me gasping into his mouth. I wrap my legs tighter around him, taking him deeper, needing more.
“Sara,” he breathes, his voice breaking on my name as he presses his forehead to mine. “You’re the only one.”
“I’m never, n-ever, l-leaving you.” I moan and cry at the ecstasy I feel of loving him so fiercely.
