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"Baby," he sighs and tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear. "You've been through so much. I can't fathom how hard it was for you to tell me, but I'm glad you did. Your trust is a gift. I won't betray it."
I raise my hand to his jaw, rough from not shaving it yet this morning. My fingers stroke over his cheek and up to his brow. I smooth out the tense lines that have formed from the emotional morning. I fist his hair and as his nostrils flare, I tug his mouth to mine. I'm not chaste or sweet, I want to feel every part of him, to let him take away the memories that still haunt me. When he pushes against my shoulders, I mewl and stick with him. He manages to pry away long enough to murmur, "Spend the day with me."
I sigh into him, and nod, all of my previous excuses of why I should stay away from him wiped away by his belief in me.
For the rest of the day, Liam peppers me with questions about my past lives. He wants to know everything. It feels like a huge burden off of my shoulders to have someone that I can tell my past to, and who actually believes me.
We spend the entire day together until I find myself being driven through the gates of the enormous manor he calls home.
When he says he escaped from his impoverished past, he failed to tell me about the enormous house on the outskirts of Boston that he had escaped to. I feel nervous and out of place as he shows me through the house. Where once I would have felt right at home, the dump of an apartment waiting for me makes me feel like I need to leave. That is, until he kisses me at the base of the stairway, so slowly and tenderly that I'm reminded that maybe my home could be wherever he is.
We stand in his dark bedroom facing one another. I slowly take off one piece of clothing at a time. Left trembling in my cheap lingerie, I wonder what he's thinking. Trying to be brave, I reach back and undo the clasp of my bra. Standing there bare in front of him, I hold my breath. No one has seen me naked in so long that I've forgotten how this feels to be this fragile in front of someone. My skin pebbles under his stare, confirming my vulnerability.
"Juliet," he breathes, lifting a hand to feather his fingers down the side of my body, stopping on the curve of my hip. "Look at me."
A cry is lodged in my throat. I'm afraid of what I'll find if I do look at him. I need him to kiss me and make me forget the insecurities in my head, and the past that swirls along with them. A whimper escapes when I find his hungry eyes.
"You're gorgeous," he says.
I launch myself at him, kissing his chin, his cheek, nipping on his jaw. "Make me feel everything. Make me feel so good the only thing I'll remember is this night and you." The last word is lost in his mouth. He sweeps me up and lays me on his bed.
"Lie back."
It's a soft command, but a command all the same. I scoot to the middle of the mattress and drop from my elbows as he pulls his belt free. Need rushes through me, and he watches me squirm. One button and then the next. By the time he frees his shirt and bares his chest, I'm throbbing and panting with anticipation. The rest of his clothes follow. He's magnificent. Thoughts of my other beautiful lovers beat into my mind. I push them away. I want this. I fist the comforter on both sides of my hips, shivering with anticipation.
Climbing on the bed slowly as if he doesn't want to scare me away, he presses his lips to my ankle. He kisses and licks his way up until he's groaning.
"Juliet."
He growls my name and then he's the lion eating the lamb. My cry breaks free just as my head slams into the mattress. I squeeze my eyes closed. My lips part, but I can't speak. I can only watch and feel and breathe through the pulsing ache in my body while he kisses me everywhere.
I'd forgotten how it felt to give myself to someone in this way-without doubt or sorrow, with freedom to welcome every touch and explore in return. I'm consumed with knowing him, finding the smallest places and where the lightest stroke elicits the rush of his breath or desire to flare in his eyes. It brings back so many memories, and again I tell myself to focus on the here and now. The strength of his muscles beneath my hands, the heat of his skin, and the long drag of his tongue as he savors every inch of my body. That's what I need to concentrate on.
Nuzzling the sensitive dip behind my ear and along my neck, the side of my breast and down to the curved indentation at my waist-he cherishes every part of me.
Pinning both of my arms above my head, his mouth crushes mine, sucking my tongue into his mouth, and now I'm squirming and begging for him to touch me.Touch me, please. And he does. Bloody hell, he does.
"I'll make you burn for me, Juliet; only for me," he says, and I find tears threatening my eyes as I think about how impossible that desire really is. I will always long for them even while I crave him.
Even while I think that, his fingers leave a burning wake just as promised, moving all over my body.
"Please, please, please," I beg. I beg and scream as his touch moves all over my body. "Please." I beg for something, anything. I try to move. Pinned down, my only recourse is to flex and roll my hips, bring him deeper, faster, and take in his growl as he crushes his mouth to mine.
He raises himself up on his elbows and stares down at me. His body is a protective and possessive frame as he nestles between my thighs. I find his eyes, so green they almost glow in the night. They ask me a silent question. I'm not afraid. I want to give him everything I've held within myself for so long.
"I want you," I whisper, latching on to his shoulders.
"Juliet, baby." As the words pass his lips, he slides in to me. His forehead falls to mine and we lie connected.
"This is heaven," he says.
But it's not enough. I want more; I want him to move. Taking my sigh into him, he focuses on my mouth, kissing me until I'm breathless. Our connection deepens as he rises onto his hands. I clench around him in response, and his nostrils flair. My fingers trail along his shoulders and down his arms, following the definition of his muscles as they flex beneath my touch.
"I can't get enough," he says. "Even being with you like this is not enough. I need to own every part of you."
He throws his head back as he moves, the movements exquisite and necessary to my existence. He licks his lips and I drape my arms around his neck, using them as leverage to lift up and kiss him.
"So good. It's too good…," he mumbles against my mouth. And it is. So intense and so good my toes curl as I wrap my legs around him. I'm close to overwhelmed. The feel of our connection, knowing I'm really here in this moment, with his voice whispering in my ear to hold on, don't hold back, give me everything…. I almost can't hold on, falling deeply into every sensation and losing myself in them.
