46. Emily
“How are your symptoms?” Dr. Morrison asks from the other line.
Over the last two months, I’ve been slowly reducing all of my medications until I’m completely off them.
The withdrawals have been manageable and not too overwhelming for the most part. I owe a lot to both Dr. Morrison and Liam for that.
I haven’t told Liam about the supply I keep in a hole that I made behind my dresser. I don’t plan to use any of it. But it’s nice to have the security there.
It’s stupid, I know but it helps me.
“They’ve been good. I don’t have many panic attacks. My nightmares are also few and far between. It’s been really good.”
“That’s wonderful. You haven’t mentioned if you ended up getting a second opinion regarding your eyes. Do you still plan to do that?”
I need to. I know I’ll need glasses; I just don’t want to face another reality of what’s been done to me that’s irreversible.
“Emily?” Dr. Morrison says and I startle.
“Sorry! I got lost in my thoughts for a second.” I chuckle nervously. “I haven’t gone in to see anyone. I don’t know if I am ready to face their recommendations.”
“That’s understandable. However, I think it would be smart to speak to someone, Emily. You’re putting strain on your eyes that will likely worsen your vision.”
My fingers gently stroke the petals of the sunflower in front of me.
“I know,” I say with a sigh. “It’s just… I want to pretend. Just a little longer.”
I feel Liam before I see him. Spinning around, I see him making his way toward me.
“I gotta go Dr. Morrison.”
“Of course. I’ll talk to you soon.”
I hang up without saying goodbye and then stand from my throw blanket. I slide my hands down my yellow sundress to smooth out the wrinkles.
The smile Liam gives me sends my stomach into orbit. I can’t believe life is giving me a chance to be with him again. Only this time, he loves me.
Stepping up to me, Liam grips my chin lightly and tips my head back. He brushes the tip of his nose against mine before bringing his lips to mine.
Our kiss is sweet, gentle, and full of love. It’s everything.
“How are you, Féileacán ?” he whispers against my lips.
“Better now that you’re here,” I reply with a smile.
“Good. I missed you.” He pulls away. His hazel eyes are bright with adoration.
“I missed you too. How was everything?”
Normally, I don’t care about the ins and outs of my family’s illegal operations, but I’m interested in Liam and how his day went.
He purses his lips and then smirks. “I don’t want to talk about work with you, Emily.” His voice is low and husky.
“Then what do you want to talk about?” I whisper, biting on my lower lip.
“Why don’t we go inside?” his hands wrap around my waist and he pulls me into him. My hands press against his chest and his erection presses against my pelvis.
He lets out a low groan that goes straight to my core. Dipping his head, he pushes against the side of my jaw with his nose. I tip my head to the side, giving him access to my neck.
His nose caresses my skin, and his hot breath sends chills down my spine.
I let out a small moan and Liam moves so fast, I yelp. Next thing I know, I’m tossed over his shoulder and he’s striding toward the mansion.
“What are you doing?” I laugh.
His fingers that are wrapped around my thighs tighten. “I’m going inside to fuck my woman.”
My pussy squeezed, looking for something to wrap around.
“Mm. I can smell your arousal, baby.”
One hand releases me and slides up the back of my thigh. My breathing becomes shallow as I wait for him to touch me where my body needs him to.
When he doesn’t, I whine, and he chuckles darkly under his breath.
“Patience, Féileacán .”
I bounce as he takes the steps two at a time. He kicks the door closed and then takes the indoor steps two at a time. He hurriedly walks down the hallway toward my bedroom.
He quickly opens and shuts the door. Within seconds I’m tossed onto my bed. I push my hair out of my face and prop myself onto my elbows.
Liam towers over me. Chest heaving, eyes dark, his gaze travels down my body hungrily.
I squeeze my thighs, trying to relieve the building pressure but it’s no use. I need him inside me, now.
He grips into the collar of his shirt and pulls it over his head. The cuts I’ve placed on his skin are on display and my heart drums against my chest at the sight.
He’s taken my pain and continues to do so without hesitation or complaint.
Liam is my rock. He keeps me grounded.
He looks down at his chest when he sees my stare. Returning his eyes to mine, he smiles softly.
“I love you,” I whisper, and he freezes.
“Say it again,” he says, his voice a mixture of different emotions.
“I love you, Liam.”
His hands wrap around my ankles, and I yelp when he pulls me to the end of the bed. He climbs over me and cages my head between his forearms. My legs wrap around his waist, and he presses himself against my pussy.
“I’ve loved you since I was nineteen, Emily. And I’ll love you until the heavens no longer exist.”
Tears well in my eyes and slide down my cheeks and into my hair. Liam’s eyes roam over my face before stopping on my lips. We meet each other halfway.
Our lips open for each other, our tongues caress one another in a slow dance.
Slowly, Liam presses the straps of my dress down my arms, exposing my breasts. He kisses the center of my chest then the mounds of each breast before finally taking a hardened nipple into his mouth.
I arch into him. My hand slides into his hair and I grip onto the short strands.
He groans, nipping and sucking on my breast. His hands slide up and down my thighs, pushing the hem of the dress upward. He rolls his hips, grinding into me, and I whimper.
“Please,” I say breathlessly.
He brings his lips to the crook of my neck and nips lightly. The different sensations he’s sending through my body are overwhelming and my pussy is a sopping mess.
Liam slides his hand up my dress and wraps his fingers around my panties. They slide down my legs slowly and I whimper impatiently.
Tossing them aside, Liam pushes my knees open, fully exposing me to him. He wastes no time in bringing his fingers to my core. I gasp and lift my hips.
He sucks on my neck as he uses two fingers to spread my lips and push another into my pussy.
“Feck, Emily.” He groans against my skin.