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I'd forgotten what it meant to feel connected in every possible way, not just physically, but emotionally. Experiencing it again, I wonder how I have survived without it for so long.
A rush, a warmth spreads out from my chest at the feeling of a new beginning-a spring in the middle of winter, the ending of a chapter and the start of another, with Liam as the central character.
Just as the thought cross my mind, so too do the faces of my lost loves. Liam could never be the center of my world, not as long as my love for them holds so strong it's as if I was just in their arms yesterday.
Right here, in Liam's bed, the only clarity I have is the taste of him as his mouth claims mine again, teasing out a moan so he can claim that too. He wants to own me. And although I would give him anything else, he can't have all of my heart. He can take everything and anything else.
And he does, wringing out every ounce of pleasure. He knows where to touch, how to extract the smallest whimper and the largest groan. I could never tire of being with him, with him over me and in me, pushing, pulling, driving, and devouring until the ache becomes a need. A need so intense and all-consuming, I begin taking from him. Calling out for him. Don't stop, never stop, never stop making me feel this good and needy.Please, I beg. Pleading with him, pleading for I don't know what…. Pushing off his shoulders, I fall to the bed and he follows, his head dipping to worship my body.
He teases with his tongue, only releasing me when I gasp and clutch his hair. But I don't pull him away; I hold him in place. I want more. He does it again and this time I go a little wild, raking my fingers down his back. Everything he's doing is magnified a hundredfold with the way my heart is racing. It started as a slow flutter when we first began, but it's built into a steady cadence. I focus on the feeling of him. I'm climbing high, fast, and he's coming with me. Throwing my head back, I relish in our connection, kneading my fingers into his back, his muscles flexing with control as he pushes me to a place I thought had ceased to exist. I can see the moment when he loses it, loses himself as I have done. Gone is the controlled restraint and in its place is a wild abandon.
Sweat pebbles on his brow, beading and rolling, dropping to my chest where it slides down my skin. I watch, fascinated, as his eyes follow it down and the black of his pupil's blur into the green with a need so powerful it would scare me if I didn't feel the exact same way. My mouth finds his, licking and sucking and tasting.
Who am I, but a needy, starved woman begging for the only thing that can save me? Liam. But how can he save me when so many parts of me are still lost? I give of myself as much as I can, joining him in the freedom to feel beyond good, beyond words.
"Don't let me fall." Sudden panic overtakes me as my body threatens to tumble from a cliff.
"I've got you, baby," he whispers. "We're going to fall together. Come with me."
The whisper turns to a demand, forcing me to hold on, and together, we dive headfirst into an abyss of pleasure so deep and plentiful we drown in it, breathe it, and live through it. Falling, his full weight presses me into the bed, and with his head cradled in my neck, I savor his pulsating body. The sudden urge to cry rushes over me. I had forgotten something could be so good. That my body was capable of responding in such an uninhibited, glorious way. With trembling muscles, I squeeze my legs, holding him close.
In a minute he lifts his head, a small smile touching his lips and his eyes as he studies my face, I'm sure noticing the tears that have collected in my eyes.
"Hi."
My heart free-falls and I grin in return. "Hi, yourself." His mouth finds mine, an endearing connection, our tongues gentling as they meet in a sweet duel. We fall asleep like that. Although a piece of me stays by Liam's side, the rest of me soars through the heavens, always looking for what it has lost.
Gabriel Williams
Charleston, South Carolina 1771
Falling in love with Gabriel Williams was as easy as breathing.
Although just a poor blacksmith, Gabriel was the man that every girl wanted. I didn't think there was any way that he would notice me, and I didn't want him to notice me. I didn't want anyone to notice me. It had been many years since my time with Will, not that you could tell by the looks of me, but my heart still ached for him. It ached for all of them.
Gabriel was pure sunshine. His personality was so light and bright that you couldn't help but feel happier in his presence. He was a balm for my aching soul, and the final nail in my coffin all at the same time.
I wipe my brow, sweat beading on my forehead as I stand on the wooden ladder to finish stocking the shelves. There weren't a lot of opportunities for a woman to find work in Charleston, South Carolina in 1771, and I had been grateful when the Smiths had agreed to let me help around their general store and help tend their children in exchange for room and board. I had been in the area, and time period, for a few months already, and a part of me was already itching to get swept away again to somewhere else.
The ring of the bell startles me out of my musings and I begin to descend from the ladder to help the customer who has just walked in. The smooth soles of my shoes slip on one of the wooden rings, and I'm flung back as my legs go out from under me. I'm bracing for the fall, when I find myself cradled in someone's arms. Very gently cradled I might add despite the fact that I've just knocked the wind out of my unknown savior.
I look up embarrassed, blowing a lock of my hair out of my face as I do so. I immediately want to melt into a puddle of embarassment. It's Gabriel Williams, who despite his position as a blacksmith, is easily the most eligible bachelor in all of The Carolinas if the rumors are true. And the rumors definitely look to be true if it were based on looks alone. He has russet colored hair that holds a myriad of colors that all contribute to create the most beautiful color of hair that I have ever seen. His skin is tan, a tan that looks like it has been earned from long hours spent in the sun, and his eyes are a brilliant sapphire color.
I embarrassingly give a little sigh of joy at how pleasant he is to look at, and the huge grin he gives me that lights up his whole face means that my starry-eyed expression hasn't escaped his notice.
"The view's just as good from here," he says impishly, and I flush a dark red color.
I open my mouth to offer a retort but I'm cut off by Mrs. Smith who has just walked into the room.
"My heavens!" she cries. "Is everything all right?"
"Just saving this lovely lady's life," Gabriel says cheerfully, finally setting me down and giving a very gentlemanly bow to Mrs. Smith.
My legs feel shaky, like a newborn colt's, and I know that the feeling has more to do with the present company than anything actually being wrong with them.
I inwardly chuckle when I see that Mrs. Smith is blushing from the utter charisma that pours out of Gabriel in spades.
"Mr. Williams, for what purpose do we have the pleasure of your presence?" she simpers.
