Chapter 19 #2
Her back bows off the sofa, a scream tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashes through her. Her pussy clamps down on me, milking my shaft, and it takes everything I have not to come right then and there.
As she comes down from her high, I feel the base of my cock begin to swell.
My knot. The primal instinct to lock us together, to ensure my seed takes, is a roaring fire in my blood.
I know this is a mistake. I know we’re not ready for this.
With a herculean effort of will, I start to pull out, intending to spill myself on her stomach.
“Liam, please,” she whimpers, her legs wrapping tighter around my waist, stopping me. Her eyes are wide, pleading. “Don’t pull out.”
The last thread of my control snaps. With a guttural roar, I thrust back into her, pushing my swelling knot inside her tight channel.
The sensation is mind-blowing. It’s an intense, stretching pressure, a feeling of being locked together, of being completely and utterly one.
The new, deeper stimulation sends her over the edge again, and she comes with a silent scream, her body shaking uncontrollably beneath me.
The sight of her lost in pleasure because of me, because of what I’m doing to her, is my undoing.
I come, my cock pulsing, my release flooding her, marking her from the inside out.
I collapse on top of her, my body shaking, my knot still locked deep within her, binding us together in the most primal way possible.
We lie there for a long time, our bodies tangled, our breathing slowly returning to normal. The rain beats against the window, a steady, soothing rhythm. I press a soft kiss to her sweat-dampened forehead.
“I love you,” I whisper again, the words a vow, a prayer, and a confession all in one. And I know, with a terrifying and exhilarating certainty, that nothing will ever be the same.
“Liam,” she whispers, my name a soft puff of air against my chest. The sound is a soothing balm on the raw, frantic energy still humming through my veins.
We’re still locked together, my knot heavy inside her, a primal claim that feels more right than anything I’ve ever known. I’m still half on top of her, my weight supported on my elbows, my body a cage of warmth and protection around her.
I lower my head, capturing her lips in a kiss that’s slow and deep. It’s not like the frantic, desperate kisses from before. This one is different. It’s a conversation, a promise. It tastes of salt and tears and a future I’m suddenly desperate to have.
Her lips part beneath mine, a soft sigh escaping as I deepen the kiss, my tongue stroking against hers. I can feel her body relax into mine, a soft, boneless surrender that makes my chest ache with a fierce love.
I start to move again, a slow, gentle rocking of my hips. The movement is slight, but with my knot locked inside her, the stimulation is intense. A sharp gasp is torn from her lips, her back arching slightly.
I want to feel her come again. I want to feel her pussy clench around my knot, to milk every last drop of pleasure from her body while I’m still buried deep inside.
My hand moves between us, my fingers finding her clit, already swollen and sensitive from her previous orgasm. I rub slow circles, matching the pace of my hips. Her breath hitches, her hands coming up to grip my biceps, her nails digging into my skin.
“Oh, god,” she whimpers, her head falling back against the sofa cushions. “Liam…”
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur against her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her damp skin. “Come for me again. Let me feel you.”
I increase the pressure on her clit, my hips moving with a little more force.
The dual sensations are too much. Her entire body tenses, a high, thin cry escaping her lips as her orgasm crashes through her.
It’s a long, rolling wave of pleasure, and I feel it everywhere—in the way her inner muscles clamp down on my knot, in the way her body trembles beneath me, in the way she cries out my name.
When she finally stills, her breathing is ragged, her body limp and pliant. I press a soft kiss to her forehead, my heart feeling so full it might burst. I reach over, fumbling for my phone on the coffee table. The screen is cracked, but it works.
“I should text Maddox,” I say, my voice a low rumble. “Let him know I found you, that you’re okay.”
She nods against my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. “Okay.”
I quickly type out a message: Found her. She’s safe. We’ll talk tomorrow. I hit send and toss the phone back onto the table. My attention is all hers again.
I smooth her hair back from her face, my fingers lingering on her cheek. “Did something happen between you and Maddox today?” I ask her. I have to know.
“No,” she says, muffled against my skin. “It was… nothing. Just me being stupid.”
I don’t press. I can hear the pain in her voice, the reluctance to talk about it. Instead, I shift gears, pulling a memory from the past.
“Do you remember,” I begin, “the night we lost our virginities to each other?”
A small smile touches her lips. “I remember,” she whispers. “We were so naive. So lost.”
“We had no idea what we were doing,” I say with a low chuckle. “I think I lasted about thirty seconds.”
She laughs, a real, genuine sound that vibrates through my chest. “It was the best thirty seconds of my life up to that point.”
The memory is a warm, comforting blanket. It was a simpler time, a time when our love was a straightforward, uncomplicated thing.
“I’ll always be here for you, Mills,” I say, my voice thick with emotion. “Whatever it takes. Whatever you need. Even if it’s just to be your friend. Even if it kills me. I’ll always be here.”
Tears well in her eyes again, but these are different. These are soft, happy tears. She lifts her head, her green eyes locking onto mine.
“I love you,” she whispers, the words a sacred vow.
I lean down and kiss her, a soft, tender press of my lips against hers. “I love you, too,” I murmur against her mouth. “More than you’ll ever know.”