“Trust me? That’s the last thing you should do. I will hurt and break you until breathing becomes painful. You’ll realize you never truly lived before me.”
I drag my hand down his face. “Quite poetic for someone just saying they’re bad news.”
A low laugh escapes him, and I smile, laced with sadness, anticipation, and something darker stirring beneath it all.
I yearn for him to silence the depraved thoughts whirling in my mind about him. His lips hover inches above mine, tantalizingly close, setting off sparks of ache in every nerve ending.
My mouth pains with the raw need to taste him, to feel the rough and soft texture of his lips against mine again. I still think about that kiss in his kitchen. I crave the sting of his touch, his dominance since then, and it’s been months now.
“I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he growls.
His hand grips my nape with an iron clasp, and he brands me with his kiss. I gasp, a moan slipping out as he answers all my pent-up craving against his hard body, and I draw him closer. My fingers run through his hair and down his strong, muscular back, his skin burns at my fingertips.
He’s my sin in flesh, but I can’t summon even a smidgen of willpower to resist him.
All I can do is arch my back and feel his hard length against my stomach while his tongue devours my mouth. His breathy moan spreads a heat to my center, goosebumps erupting where his hands travel down to my breasts, circling my nipples under my shirt. The sensation shouldn’t feel so drunken, but I can’t help the fever of need taking over me. My path to hell lies wide open to be ruined by an absolutely beautiful man.
“Liam…” I moan uncontrollably. I can feel my desire pooling between my legs, I need friction, like I need air. I’ve never been this turned on.
“Be careful what you beg for, Sara…”
“Liam…” I moan again, kissing his jaw, traveling down his neck, my hands slipping under his shirt to his hard chest and it instantly feels like home, even though it shouldn’t. His pulse under my palm, his blood rushing beneath his skin.
“Sara… if you don’t stop…” His words give way to a groan as my hand ventures toward the swell in his sweatpants, feeling his rigid thickness in my hand, for me, is euphoric.
Our eyes lock, and his hand moves to my waist, making my hips roll between his cock and my hand squeezing him. His other hand reaches for the back of my head and pulls my hair so hard my eyes roll back, my pulse skyrockets. I shouldn’t like this, but the pain feels so good. It is akin to the relief after a self-inflicted cut, an unexpected mingling of pain and pleasure that spurs him to push me beyond comfort. He bites my jaw, my chest detonating at the kisses he trails on my neck, and I want to pour myself into him.
“More… I need…I need more…” I curl my hand around his face, guiding him in a needy rush to my lips, kissing him like it’s the first time I’ve ever kissed him, and I know it’ll never feel enough and that terrifies me. While my other hand pumps him over his boxers.
“Fuckkkk…” Liam groans against my lips.
I stare back at him as the drunkenness of him, his touch, his lips slip away, thinking he’ll stop, but he gathers my shorts and rips them off of me, leaving nothing between us.
“Sara, make me stop.” He warns, licking his lips, desire written all over his face.
“I don’t think I can, Liam…” I pant, and he bends to his knees. He shoves my legs apart and, stares, unmoving. I feel so exposed, but I want to encase the glint of desire in his eyes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He slowly brings his face to my inner thigh, trailing kisses, as his other hand holds me open for him. His facial hair jolts me and I close my legs, but he bites my thigh, and I moan at the pain of him leaving his trace on my body.
“Wider,” he commands, and I let my legs fall open for him.
“Good girl.” He smiles, lowers his head. “Do you know how badly I want to taste you, Sara?”
“Mm-hmm,” I mumble breathlessly, needing to feel everything he’s willing to give me.
And the next sensation of his wet, warm tongue pressed against my clit makes me lose all control and I weep for him. My hands shred through his hair, and I writhe as his tongue circles gently, and so slowly, up and down in the most adoring, carnal hunger, as if he's famished.
“Liam… oh… my God…” My hips are undecided between riding his face or pulling away from how intense it feels, but his hands pin my hips immovably, and I’m at his complete mercy.
“Look at you, soaked for me.”
His hot breath teases against my slick folds as he pulls back just far enough to look at me. Really look at me. Spread open and trembling beneath him. His tongue returns, flat and slow, dragging the full length of me from entrance to clit in one devastating stroke that pulls a broken sob from my throat, and Liam spreads me wider, tongue reaching deeper, and I can’t control my moans. He hums against me, and the vibration ripples through my entire soul. My back arches off the mattress, but he pushes me right back down.
He watches me come undone for him, and it’s so delicious but tormenting all at the same time. I want to ask for so much more,but Joe is at the very edge of my consciousness. His presence becomes heavier, while my orgasm becomes punishing, ruinous, as Liam’s tongue explores and sucks.
“Liam, this is… Oh, my god.”
