40. Emily
I let out a long sigh, feeling the warmth of the water cascade down my body. My heart hasn’t stopped racing since I woke up and I feel the trembles down to my very bones.
I sense Liam before I see him. Turning my head, Liam is leaning against the doorframe watching me with his hands in his pockets.
“When do you want to go see her?” He asks.
I shrug. “I don’t really want to.”
Liam runs a hand through his hair, letting out a frustrated sigh.
“Emily, this is serious –.”
“I’m not the one who tossed my medications in the toilet, Liam.”
Annoyance builds in my body, and I don’t bother pushing it down. I’m in no mood to be treated like a child. No mood to be chastised.
“I thought what I was doing would be the best thing for you.”
He steps into the bathroom and begins undressing.
“Wh- What are you doing?” I ask, watching his muscles ripple with his movements.
My core pulses and squeezes, searching for something to grip onto.
Liam ignores my question, instead stepping into the shower with me. The space shrinks as his large frame fills it.
I crane my neck when he steps closer to me. His eyes travel down my body and the heat of them warms my blood. If it weren’t for the water already making my skin flush, he would see just how much his stare affects me.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, raising his hand to cup my face. His thumb strokes my bottom lip.
My eyes find the tattoo on his chest again and I lightly touch it with my fingers. He releases a deep breath, closing his eyes.
“Why did you say this was me?” I ask, stroking the intricate design of the butterfly wings.
“I might not have been with you, Emily.” He cups my jaw, tipping my head to meet his eyes. “But you were always with me.”
Goosebumps rise over my entire body. My pussy all but screams for his attention. Liam has always been able to draw primal reactions from my body.
A satisfied smirk spreads over his lips. His free hand caresses my thigh, moving upward at a snail's pace. I close my eyes, savoring the feel of his callused fingers rubbing against my skin.
“You’re still mine , Féileacán .” He whispers in my ear. His breath brushes over my sensitive skin and I shiver. When his fingers reach the apex of my thighs, I suck in a sharp breath.
He leisurely slides his finger through my wet folds. He hums, pleased with the evidence of my arousal.
“Still so responsive to me.”
“Uh huh,” I whimper, tilting my hips, opening up to him.
“Tell me you’re still mine, Emily,” he orders, voice husky with lust.
His thumb circles my clit, sending a bolt of electricity through my nerves.
“Tell me you’ll let me take care of you like I should have the first time.”
My hands move to sit on his shoulders, fingernails digging into his flesh as he continues to stroke me. My orgasm steadily builds, I’m a mess of whimpers and moans.
I whine in protest when he stops his movements.
“Why did you stop?” I pout.
“Tell me.”
I study his face, seeing the unwavering desire and need in his eyes.
I give him the slightest nod.
“I need to hear the words, Féileacán. ”
Damn this man.
“I- I’m yours, Liam. I’ve always been yours.”
Crashing his lips to mine, he fills my pussy with two fingers. He swallows my moan, growling as he pumps into me.
He curls the fingers of his hand that grip my jaw around my throat, and they tighten slightly. I tense, and he pulls his lips from mine.
“I’ve got you, Emily. I won’t hurt you.”
I swallow before pressing my lips against his. He groans, fingers picking up speed. They curl, rubbing that perfect spot inside my pussy and my legs begin to shake.
“Come for me, babe. Scream for me.” He bites down on my neck and my orgasm explodes from my body.
The water begins to cool, and Liam quickly turns to shut it off before lifting me by the back of my thighs. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I kiss and lick the skin of his neck and shoulders.
His finger digs into my ass before he tosses me onto the bed. Landing on my back, I prop myself onto my elbows and watch as Liam pumps his cock, watching me with hooded eyes.
He pulls me by my legs to the edge of the bed before kneeling. He stares into my eyes as he lowers his mouth to my thighs, his warm breath skates over my skin and I moan at the sensation.
Smirking, he plants a kiss on each thigh and then moves to my pussy. Brows pinching, mouth falling open, I moan the moment his tongue meets my folds.
I slam my head against the mattress, fingers sliding into his wet strands. “Oh fuck,” I whimper.
He licks, nips, and sucks on my lips and clit. Every stroke of his tongue causes my clit to swell. My lower stomach tightens, and I feel my heart beating in my pussy.
My hips grind against his face, and he hums in approval. He hooks his arms around my thigh and holds firmly, increasing his lapping at my pussy until I burst, his name falls from my lips with a scream.
He presses a kiss to my pulsing core and then moves to hover above me. His grinning face is glistening with my cum.
“I love the way you taste,” he says.
He kisses me, the flavor of my release fills my mouth.
“Let me take care of you, Em.” He says when he pulls his lips from mine. “Let me take care of you like I should have.”
My throat tightens. Instead of answering, I slam my lips to his. Using one hand, I take his hardened cock into my grasp and line him up with my entrance. Liam presses into me and we groan when he fills me to the hilt.
I don’t know if I can trust Liam with my heart again. I can’t trust that he won’t shatter it, completely obliterate it. And in truth, I don’t want to risk it right now.
When I told him that I was his, I meant it. I always have been. It’s never changed, and I don’t ever see it happening.
Each roll of Liam’s hips sends my eyes rolling into the back of head. His hands grip onto my hips, his mouth moving from my neck to my shoulder, then down to my breasts. He pulls my nipple into his mouth and flicks his tongue over it.
My legs fall open wider, encouraging him to fuck me harder. Our bodies slap against each other, echoing in the room. My screams combine with his groans until we both reach our peak.
He releases into me with my name leaving his mouth and it sends me over the edge.
“Oh fuck! Liam!” I scream. Legs trembling, body tightening, my orgasm bursts out of me like a freight train. My pussy gushes, squirting my release all over Liam and the bedsheets.
“Shite, Féileacán,” He groans, squeezing my hips tightly.
He pulls out slowly, the mixture of our cum spills from my core. Liam watches, his eyes filled with satisfaction.
His gaze flicks to mine. “You already know what I’m going to say,” he says before scooping our combined release and pushing it back into my pussy.
I gasp when he gently caresses my still-sensitive pussy.
Getting off the bed, I head to the ensuite. After relieving myself, I dress in black leggings and an oversized knit sweater. Walking back into the room, Liam is already dressed in the clothes he had on earlier.
He sits facing me at the end of my bed.
“Come here,” he gestures for me to sit next to him. Striding over, I sit cross-legged on the mattress.
He watches me, brows slightly pinched. His eyes are filled with nervousness.
“What?” I ask, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
“I meant what I said, Em. I want to take care of you like I should have in the past.”
I chew on my bottom lip, and he reaches out, using his thumb to pull it from my teeth.
“I’m fighting for you. And this time, I’m going to win.”
I peer at him through lowered lashes. My heart rate begins to speed up.
“I trust you with my life, Liam. But I can’t trust you with my heart.”
“I’ll do whatever it takes to win back your heart, Emily. If I need to walk through Hell to do that, I will.”
I lower my gaze to my hands and pick at the nail polish. “You know nothing of Hell, Liam,” I whisper.
Taking my hand, he places it on his lap. Using his fingers, he traces circles on my palm. The feel of his skin tickles mine but it’s also comforting.
“We both have our versions of Hell. I want to know yours. I want to fight yours.”
I close my eyes when the burning behind them rises. I don’t want to cry anymore. I’m so tired of crying. So tired of feeling lost.
Just… tired.
“I know you don’t trust me. That’s my fault for pushing you away. There are no amount of words I could say that would express how sorry I am. How regretful I am.” He takes my chin between his forefinger and thumb, forcing me to look at him.
“I should have said this before but I’m saying it now.” His eyes pivot between mine and they soften. “I love you, Emily. I’ve loved you for so long that my heart is bound to yours.”
I feel the first tear slide down my cheek. Liam watches it for a moment before using his thumb to swipe it away.
“You don’t need to say anything right now. But I know. I know that you love me.”
Words are lost to me. I’ve dreamt of hearing him say that to me for so long, especially when I thought I’d never hear them.
He intertwines our fingers and pulls me toward the door. “Let go to the garden before I need to leave on an assignment.”