Sunny
He lowered his head and claimed her mouth in a kiss that started gently — a question, an offering — then deepened as she responded. Her arms wound around his neck, fingers threading through his hair as he pulled her closer.
This kiss felt different from their others. Not the desperate passion of forbidden attraction or the consoling warmth of mutual comfort. This was a promise, a beginning.
A soft moan escaped her as Liam’s hands began to roam her back, tracing the curve of her spine through her sweater. The familiar heat of desire pooled low in her abdomen, intensified by the emotional intimacy they’d just shared.
“Are you okay with this?” Liam murmured against her lips, ever mindful of consent despite the desire evident in his hooded eyes. “With… everything?”
The concern in his voice made her heart swell. “Yes,” she whispered, touched by his thoughtfulness. “More than okay.”
She rocked against him experimentally, rubbing against his hardness, drawing a strangled groan from his throat that sent shivers down her spine. His hands slipped beneath her sweater, calloused palms warm against the sensitive skin of her waist, while his mouth traced a burning path down her neck.
“You’re so precious,” he breathed against her collarbone.
The words pierced Sunny’s heart. How often she had felt exactly the opposite — unwanted, defective, temporary.
She tugged at the hem of his T-shirt, needing to feel his skin against hers. Liam obliged, breaking contact only long enough to pull the shirt over his head before reclaiming her mouth with renewed hunger.
Her hands explored the broad expanse of his chest, tracing the defined muscles and old scars. When her fingers brushed across a nipple, Liam groaned into her mouth, his hips lifting involuntarily.
“Liam,” she gasped as his hands moved to cup her breasts under her sweater, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. The sensation was almost overwhelming — her body already more sensitive due to the pregnancy.
As if reading her mind, Liam’s hand drifted down to cover her stomach again, his touch reverent. “Our baby,” he murmured against her neck, the awe in his voice making her throat tighten with emotion. “Our child.”
“Our family,” Sunny whispered back, surprising herself with how right the words felt.
In the soft predawn light filtering through the windows, they moved together with increasing urgency.
As Liam’s fingers deftly unfastened her jeans, Sunny arched against him, head falling back in abandon. For once, she wasn’t overthinking, wasn’t planning her escape route. She was simply present, connected, complete.
“I love you,” she breathed as his hand slipped beneath the fabric, finding her wet and ready. “So much.”
“I love you too,” Liam answered, his blue eyes locked on hers as his fingers began a rhythm that had her gasping. “Let me show you how much.”
Liam’s fingers moved with a slow, deliberate tenderness, parting her slick folds and circling her clit with a rhythm that made Sunny’s breath hitch in her chest. Her thighs trembled around his hips, the plush couch sinking beneath their combined weight as she pressed herself closer, craving more of his touch.
The heat of his bare chest radiated against her, his heartbeat a steady drum beneath her palms as she clung to him, anchoring herself in the storm of sensation.
“God, Sunny,” he rasped, voice thick with desire as he watched her face, drinking in every flutter of her lashes, every soft whimper that escaped her lips.
His free hand slid up her back, beneath her sweater, unhooking her bra with a deft flick.
The fabric loosened, and he tugged the sweater and bra over her head in one smooth motion, baring her to him.
Her small, pert breasts spilled free, nipples already peaked and aching from the cool air and her heightened sensitivity.
He dipped his head, capturing one tight bud in his mouth, his tongue swirling with reverent hunger.
Sunny moaned, her fingers digging into his broad shoulders as sparks of pleasure shot straight to her core.
His teeth grazed her gently, just enough to make her arch into him, her hips grinding harder against the thick ridge of his erection still trapped in his jeans.
The friction was exquisite, a delicious tease that only stoked the fire building inside her.
“Liam, please,” she pleaded, voice trembling with need as his fingers slipped deeper, two curling inside her with a slow, purposeful thrust. Her walls clenched around him, wet and hot, and she felt the stretch of his calloused digits — so different from her own softness, so perfectly him.
He groaned against her breast, the vibration sending another shiver through her, before switching to lavish the other nipple with equal attention.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, lifting his head to meet her gaze. His eyes were molten, dark with lust but softened by love, and the sight of him — muscled and powerful yet utterly devoted — made her heart stutter.
Sunny’s hands fumbled with his jeans, desperate to free him, to feel all of him.
The button popped open, the zipper rasped down, and she shoved the denim and boxers past his hips.
His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the tip glistening.
She wrapped her fingers around him, marveling at the velvet hardness, the way he pulsed in her grip.
Liam hissed, his head tipping back against the couch, jaw tight as he fought for control.
“Sunny,” he growled, a warning and a plea rolled into one.
But she didn’t stop — she couldn’t. She stroked him, slow and firm, thumb brushing over the sensitive head, spreading the slickness down his length.
His hips bucked into her hand, and the raw need in his expression sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between her thighs.
“I need you inside me,” she whispered, shifting to align herself above him.
Liam’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her as she sank down, the tip of him pressing against her entrance.
She was so wet, so ready, but the stretch as she took him in was breathtaking — his size filling her inch by glorious inch until she was seated fully, their bodies locked together in the most intimate embrace.
They both stilled for a moment, breathing hard, savoring the connection.
His hands roamed her sides, tracing the slight curve of her belly with a tenderness.
“You feel like home,” he said, voice rough with emotion, and she leaned forward to kiss him, deep and slow, pouring every unspoken word into it.
Then she began to move.
Her hips rolled in a sensual rhythm, rising and falling, taking him deeper with every thrust. The couch creaked beneath them, the soft fabric brushing against her knees as she rode him, her small frame dwarfed by his powerful build.
Liam’s hands guided her, lifting her slightly before pulling her back down, his strength amplifying her pleasure.
Each stroke dragged his cock against that spot inside her, the one that made her vision blur and her moans turn sharp and desperate.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his control slipping as he thrust up to meet her, the slap of skin against skin mingling with their ragged breaths.
His fingers dug into her hips, not bruising but possessive, grounding her as the tension coiled tighter in her core.
She could feel every ridge of him, every pulse, and the intimacy of it — the knowledge that this was their love, their future — pushed her closer to the edge.
“Liam,” she gasped, her nails raking down his chest as the pressure built, a sweet ache that begged for release.
He slipped a hand between her thighs, thumb finding her clit and rubbing in tight, relentless circles.
The dual sensation — him filling her, stretching her, and the precise pressure on her sensitive nub — sent her spiraling.
Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body shuddering as she cried out his name, walls fluttering and clenching around him.
Liam’s restraint snapped at the sound, the feel of her coming undone.
With a low, guttural moan, he thrust up hard, once, twice, then stilled as his own release hit.
She felt the hot rush of him spilling inside her, his cock throbbing as he held her tight against him, their bodies trembling together in the aftermath.
For a long moment, they stayed like that — her forehead resting against his, their breaths mingling, hearts pounding in sync.
His arms wrapped around her, cradling her close, and she felt the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath her hands.
The den was quiet now, save for the soft hum of their breathing and the distant chirp of early morning birds outside.
“I’ll never let you go,” Liam murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple, his voice a vow as much as a promise. Sunny smiled, nestling closer, her body still humming with the afterglow of their lovemaking.
“And I’ll never run again,” she replied, meaning it with every beat of her heart.
In that moment, suspended between what was and what could be, Sunny finally allowed herself to believe. To imagine mornings waking up beside him, afternoons with the girls, the swell of her belly growing month by month, Liam’s hand resting protectively over their child as they slept.
A family. Her family.