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“Isabella,” he moaned, gently kissing the side of her neck, moving his lips down all the way to her breasts. He pulled up her shirt and took one of her peaks into his mouth, gently sucking on it.
“Oh my,” she let out a sharp sound of pleasure. Liam softly continued his trail of kisses all the way down to her pajama pants.
“If you don’t stop me, I will kiss you everywhere,” he whispered under heavy breath. But Isabella lifted up her hips to make it easier for him to pull down her pajama pants and underwear all the way until she was completely naked. “I have dreamt of tasting you so many times,” he moaned in between her legs, slowly running his lips up the inside of her thighs. Despite her innocence, she knew where he was headed. Her body trembled in response, begging for him to continue. But right before he reached her longing core of pleasure, he paused, waiting for her gaze to meet his, and before she could beg him to do as he pleased, he slowly descended his soft lips into her most intimate part, closing his eyes in pure pleasure. A fire rushed through her veins, causing her shudders of delight. She could feel his tongue gently licking her, robbing her of her ability to breathe.
“You taste so good…” he growled against her burning cave. Her nails buried deep into the mattress beneath her, not knowing what it was that was pushing her harder and harder but much to her relief, it only took a few more of Liam’s skilful kisses to push her over that edge her center was seeking. Every muscle in her body tensed as she let out a loud, sensual scream before collapsing underneath him. Liam gave her one last tender kiss before he pulled his face away from her center to position himself on top of her, softly kissing her again on her lips.
“We are just getting started, my love.” She moaned playfully as he dragged her lower lip with his teeth. Instantly, her body starting tingling and aching for his touch again. She could feel his pulsating length right where his tongue had been pleasuring her moments ago. Her body trembled in response, and before he could lower himself to slowly slip inside her, she grabbed him by his buttocks with both of her hands and pulled him down into her, sliding his manhood right where she knew it belonged. Liam let out a loud growl, but instead of pleasure for Isabella, she could feel a sharp stabbing pain right where he entered her. Isabella shut her eyes, throwing her head to the side hoping for the burning to subside. Liam instantly pushed himself up onto his elbows, looking down onto her in shock. He shook his head in disbelief.
“You are a virgin?” He was staring at her, waiting for her gaze to meet his, and when it finally did, she could see the distress in his eyes. She had to do something right now or he would pull away from her. She began rotating her hips while making deep and prolonged eye contact with him. The pain she felt at first disappeared and she could feel him grow harder and larger inside her. “Isabella don’t…” he moaned in protest, but she held him close, moving faster and faster.
“I want you…” she said, out of breath. He pressed his lips against hers.
“Babe, please stop… I won’t last much longer…” he said, kissing her passionately. And just as he said those words, he let out a growling scream and at the same time she could feel a warm liquid pulsate into her. Her whole body tingled. He was gasping for air, his brows closely drawn together, before finally collapsing onto her. For a moment they just lay there, not moving, listening to each other’s hearts hammering against their chests. Isabella had never been happier before than in this very moment.I love you, she said to him in her thoughts.
Liam looked down onto Isabella. She looked so incredibly beautiful. Never had he felt such an intense connection with anybody else. He didn’t even know it could feel like this. And under any other circumstances, he would stay inside her, keep kissing her again until both of their sparks turned into flames of lust again, but it wasn’t any other circumstance—he had just taken her virginity.
“Oh stop looking at me like that,” she said, pushing him off her to be able to reach for her pajama pants. Liam pulled his boxers back up as well. For a moment he didn’t know what to say. He shouldn’t feel bad. She wanted this as much as he did, but he still felt awful. If any of those historical movies he had seen were even in the slightest accurate, Isabella was now considered ruined. Not in his world, but back in her own time where women were considered a man’s property. Had she even considered that? Or would she now realize what they had done and break out in tears of regret?
“I just feel awful about this. I really do. I came in here because I heard you scream. I was in no way planning this.” He tried to read her facial expression, but she was giving him her famous Victorian lady poker face. She sat up and put her hair into a bun.
“Aren’t you supposed to hold me all night rather than feeling regret? At least that is what would happen in those twenty-first century moving pictures of yours,” she said with a sarcastic grin. He sat up as well, rubbing his neck.
“Yes, but those moving pictures usually don’t focus on a man ruining a woman who has to time travel back into her own world where she might be considered an outcast for much less than what we just did.” She put her hand onto his shoulder.
“Liam, I wanted this.” He leaned his cheek onto her hand.
“That doesn’t make it right on my end.” All of a sudden she pulled away. Was that anger he saw in her eyes?
“Out of all the people… How can you treat me like a little girl that has no say over her own life?” He grabbed her hand and held it to his chest.
“That’s not what I meant.” She pulled away again, standing up.
“No, that is exactly what you meant. Isabella Astley. People in her own world oppress her fortheirown sake, and people in this world oppress her forherown sake.” She was clearly angry at him now. He stood up as well, trying to calm her.
“I really didn’t mean it like that when I—”
“—Why is it that no matter where orwhenI go, people try to tell me what I can and cannot do?” She started pacing up and down the room. This was not going well for him.
“I am not trying to control you, I—” She didn’t listen to him.
“I can’t even give myself to a man without being told if that’s right or wrong, so how is that not…” She didn’t get to finish her sentence as Liam grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her in his arms.
“I care for you so much it’s ridiculous,” he said in a soft voice, sinking his lips onto hers. Without the slightest protest, she kissed him back, all the anger gone, as if that was all it took—a kiss. He gently lifted up her chin to make her look into his eyes. “I don’t want to control you. I just want what’s best for you because you mean a lot to me.” Suddenly, a painful knot formed in his throat. Looking deep into these beautiful eyes, he couldn’t think of anything else but that they would sooner or later look at another man, a man dressed in fancy clothes living in a golden castle in Victorian England. Isabella must have had similar sad thoughts. Biting her lower lip, tears formed in her eyes. It instantly made him feel worse. She kissed him again.
“I care for you too. A lot.” Her tears were now rolling down her cheeks, dropping onto his bare chest. He didn’t have to ask why she was crying. He felt close to tears himself. They deeply cared for each other, there was no doubt. But that didn’t change the fact that she did not belong in this world—nor belong to him. Their time together was limited, and if his sister was as smart—or as crazy—as he knew she was, tomorrow would be the very day they would find out when and how their tragic love story would come to an end.
