AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Honestly, if I thought that were possible, there are few things I wouldn’t do to make it happen. However, it’s not about me. I want you to love you as much as I do because you believe you’re exceptional, not because I willed you to.”
Liam’s arms tighten around me as he kisses the back of my head, and despite the weight of the conversation, I feel more loved than I’ve ever felt in my entire life.
“I’ll get there…just give me time.”
This seems to appease him as his tight grasp loosens, the loving embrace entrapping me no longer there for support.
“In the meantime…” His fingertips dance along my stomach, causing me to clench my abs at the contact. “…I’ll just have to love you enough for the both of us.”
My gaze is locked on his hand ghosting over my skin with a featherlight touch. Liam’s pointer finger circles my navel as his lips press to my ear.
“Eyes on the mirror. You stop looking, I stop. Deal?”
I gulp as a heady feeling overtakes me. Locking my eyes with Liam’s, I watch him intently as his fingers creep downward. His middle finger pushes between the folds of my pussy with a simple dip before pulling back. I swallow the lump in my throat as I fixate on his movements.
“Goddamn, princess. You’re still so wet.”
My stomach clenches again at the pet name, which used to bring me so much rage but now manages to reduce me to a puddle on the ground.
His finger slips down again, except this time he pushes past my entrance, causing me to gasp. As soon as he dips his finger inside, it’s gone again. I groan at his taunts, but I don’t risk breaking eye contact as my chest heaves in the mirror.
Liam lifts his finger and presses it to my lips. “Open.”
I do as I’m told and he pushes the single digit into my mouth, the tangy taste of my own arousal coating my tongue. I don’t miss the way his nostrils flare at the image in front of him, and that only makes me grow wetter.
“Please,” I whine. I need him inside of me. I realize he’s trying to do a thing right now, and I appreciate it and all the sentimentality of being loved and adored and all that shit. But right now? I need him desperately to fuck me like loving me is the last thing on his mind.
“Please what?” Liam’s breath cascades over the side of my neck as he asks, clearly wanting me to verbalize it.
“I want you inside me. Please fuck me.”
“How?”
The fuck does he meanhow? I would venture to say it’s a pretty self-explanatory process.
“What do you mean?”
“How would you like me to fuck you?” He chooses this moment to bite my neck, the sting melting into pleasure as a moan coats my lips. “Do you want me to make love to you and show you how much I love you? Or…” He dips two fingers inside of me, stretching me deliciously. “…do you want me to fuck you like I hate you? So hard that you have to rub your legs together just to find comfort as you walk down that aisle tomorrow?”
“The second one, definitely the second one,” I blurt out, causing Liam to laugh.
“Eager little thing, aren’t you.”
My face flushes with heat, but I simply nod.
Liam reaches up, entangling his fingers in my hair. I expect a gentle tug like he’s done many times before, but a yelp falls from my lips as he jerks my head back. The bite against my scalp only pushes me further into desire, drawing a whimper from my lips.
“Fuck, you’re such a little whore. You love that, don’t you? You love it when I manhandle you.”
An even louder whimper escapes me, causing Liam to jerk me backwards.
“Fine. On the bed,” he demands. At first, I think he sounds angry, but then I realize that it’s all an act and I fold into it.
I sit down on the bed, only for him to pin me with a glare.
“On your hands and knees.”
As my hands and knees meet the soft cotton of the duvet, I feel the sting of Liam’s hand landing against my ass cheek, followed by a gentle rub in a circular motion. He dips his hand down only to find me not just wet, but soaked.
