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Even without tonight, she had never had that choice. She’d had to make her own possibilities.
“I’m not—” he started to say, then stopped himself to gather his thoughts. He started again with a far more tender tone. “Your foolish choices may have forced my hand. I would have watched every chance to reveal my feelings pass by.”
She rocked her hips against his again, and he buried his face against her neck, his hands gripping her hips hard. “God, I nearly stood by and watched you marry another man.”
As his words sunk in, he leaned back from her against the headboard.
After a moment, Liam coaxed Diane to sit up, before taking his cock in hand. He drew the head through her wetness, teasing her cunt, positioning himself at her entrance.
“Are you sure? There’s still so much you don’t know about me,” she said, biting her lip a moment to hold back a moan. “You would not love me if you knew all of me.”
He lifted his hips, pushing into her slowly. It was a tighter fit than she was used to with her polished horn, but with a few strokes, each deeper and more exquisite than the last, she found herself moving with him.
With the heel of his palm grinding against her clit, his other hand caught her chin as she whimpered with feeling. Liam kissed her, worrying his teeth into her lip.
When he broke the kiss he cupped her cheek, looking only into her eyes. “Would you give me the chance to decide that for myself?”
Her eyes widened. She had been assuming that the foremost motivation behind his proposals was duty in line of the thankless task of saving her honor. The thought that he was pursuing her for the sake of affection caught her unawares and breathless.
Their hips moved in sync, thrusting harder and harder with each heaving breath, until he groaned and took her hips in hand. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her wetness in the firelight. He would not bind her to him until she gave her answer.
Diane reached out to wrap her fingers around him without even thinking. Her thumb brushed up over the head, eliciting a rasp of pleasure from Liam, his shoulders twitching. She watched, biting her lip as each stroke of her hand, guided by his, unraveled his stoic façade, leaving only his soft brown eyes gazing into her. Before she even realized it, his seed had spilled over her fingers, hot down the back of her hand.
He took in a ragged breath, raking a hand through his hair as he looked at her. “I yearn to know and love all of you.”
She swallowed, unsure of what to do at all with her painted hand, or his statement. She supposed she had received less romantic proposals than that.
"...I don’t know the first thing about you,” she said when the room stopped spinning, knowing full well what a lie that was. She knew Liam was the watching sort, who stood by and observed, and put things back where they belonged. She knew he pretended he didn’t like to be involved in the dramatics and tiffs between people, but he always was quietly there, picking up the broken pieces when it was over.
“I don’t even know how you really got those scars, if it was badgers, weasels, or both.”
"No one knows that."
"Well I can't very well marry you without knowing things no one else knows about you,” she said, mostly to put the question off just a little longer, until she could properly sort all she was feeling in this moment.
He was quiet a long moment. She watched the fire flicker shadows and light across his face. “A glass cabinet.”
“Hm?”
He shrugged, and remained quiet for several more moments.
“We were children. We were playing. Martin shoved me into the glass doors of some cabinet,” he said at long last, his eyes sweeping over her. "I’d tried to take something from him."
Diane sat up and scooted across the bed to Liam. She kissed his forehead, curling her arms around his shoulders. “...I can’t imagine what that day taught you about Martin.”
“Much less than today has taught me about you,” he shrugged, putting on a slight smile, willing away the somber mood that had fallen over them. “You won’t be taken by anyone to anywhere.”
Diane made a self-disparaging noise, rolling her eyes even as Liam looked fondly on at her. “All my life people have taken me hither and thither. At the very least, I will take myself to the altar.”
Liam nodded, as if conceding her statement. He laid back on the bed, Diane curling up against him and laying her head against his chest.
She’d had her eyes closed for several moments, and was starting to fall asleep when she heard him say, “Lucky is the man who meets you there.”
