Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Emerson
T he living room was a battlefield, and we were the combatants.
We'd been dancing around each other all day, trading heated looks and sharp words. Now, it was like someone had lit a match and tossed it into a powder keg. Liam glared at me, his eyes dark and stormy. I glared right back, my heart pounding like I’d run a marathon.
He grabbed my arms, his fingers digging in just enough to make me feel alive. This wasn’t the gentle Liam I knew; this was a man driven by something raw and fierce.
The touch sparked a fire in me, a hunger so intense it stole my breath.
I yanked him closer, our bodies colliding. His heat seeped through my thin shirt, and his heart raced against mine. We were two magnets, drawn together by an irresistible force.
“Liam,” I whispered, his name slipping out like a desperate plea. In that moment, his name was everything—a curse, a prayer, a cry for more. I needed him like I needed air, like I needed this anger and passion to consume us both.
He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and yanked it over my head, his hands rough and impatient. Every touch felt like it was setting my skin on fire.
His hands roamed over me, possessive and demanding.
“Doc,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear. “You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?”
"Good," I shot back, my voice shaky. "Because you make me absolutely insane."
My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him.
We collided like a storm, our kiss fierce and unyielding, a clash of wills and wanting. His lips were demanding and relentless, and I matched his intensity, pouring all my anger and longing into it.
Fire and fury, passion and pain, and I couldn’t get enough.
We fell onto the couch, a tangle of limbs and heated skin. Liam's body pressed against mine, his kiss bruising and desperate. I tasted anger and passion on his lips, craving more.
My fingers dug into his skin as his mouth trailed hot kisses down my neck.
"Fuck," I gasped. "I can't think straight around you."
"Then don't think," he growled, pulling me closer.
I arched into his touch as he removed my bra.
His eyes never left mine. “You’re always about data and chemistry,” he said, his voice low and intimate. “But what about now? What are you feeling right now?”
His hands traced my curves, driving me wild. I pushed into him, begging for more.
"I don't know... I can't think."
“I said don’t think,” Liam demanded, his voice rough with an edge of frustration. “Tell. Me. What. You. Feel. Really feel.”
I struggled to describe the hurricane of emotions. "My heart's pounding," I whispered. "My skin's on fire."
Liam flicked his tongue against my nipple, sending shockwaves through me.
“And now?” he asked, his voice dominant. “What are you feeling now?” He latched onto my nipple.
I took a shaky breath, trying to articulate the chaos inside me. “It’s... it’s like an electric shock,” I stuttered, my voice shaking. “A current pulsing through my entire being. Like, into my soul.”
“Keep talking,” he said, his voice a low growl. “I want to know everything.”
I felt my detachment crumble.
"I feel... alive," I confessed. "Like I've been asleep all my life until you. I feel… out of control," I finished, trembling with frustration and desire.
"Good," he murmured back, his touch searing my skin. "You make me feel like that every damn day."
My hands roamed his muscles, craving more. He yanked down my leggings and underwear, leaving me fully exposed and incredibly turned on. My mind hazed with desire.
The anticipation was unbearable. His breath on my skin sent quivers through me as he kissed up my inner thigh, each touch leaving a trail of heat.
As he got closer to my center, he paused to lick his lips, teasing me with the sight of his hunger. The look in his eyes was dark, intense, and filled with a desire that matched my own.
When his mouth made contact, I gasped, arching off the couch.
His tongue was relentless, each stroke a fiery promise.
I moaned, clutching the couch, consumed by burning need. "Liam, please," I begged, my voice a desperate whisper.
"Fuck. You taste even better when you're angry," he said, sending thrills through me.
His hands held my hips as he continued, each calculated movement driving me wild, pushing me closer to the edge without letting me fall. It was sweet agony, the pleasure building with every second, my need growing more intense, more desperate.
And then his fingers joined in, slipping into me easily, matching the rhythm of his tongue. His other hand moved to my stomach, holding me down.
“Tell me how it feels,” Liam demanded.
“It feels... amazing,” I managed to say, my hips bucking against his hold. “Your tongue... your fingers... I can’t take much more.”
“Oh, I think you can,” he replied, but there was no edge to his voice. “And you will. But that’s not what I meant. Tell me how you feel, specifically. Describe everything.”
A third finger joined the others.
“Oh, fuck,” I said, swallowing hard, trying to gather my thoughts amidst the whirlwind of sensations. “It’s like you’re filling me completely. Stretching me so much, and it feels so fucking good.”
Liam’s tongue paused just long enough for me to catch my breath before he continued his torturous movements.
“Go on,” he urged, his voice a seductive whisper.
“My nerve endings are... they’re alive, hyper-sensitive,” I managed to say, my words coming out in breathless gasps. “Each stroke of your tongue, every move of your fingers, it’s like a wave of pleasure that starts at my core and radiates outwards. It’s overwhelming, but in the best way possible.”
He hummed in approval, the vibration sending another ripple of pleasure through me.
“Good,” he murmured against my skin.
His pace quickened, his fingers and tongue working in perfect harmony to push me closer and closer to the edge.
My hips moved desperately, seeking more friction. The tension coiled tighter, threatening to unravel me.
"Liam, please," I begged. "I need to…”
He paused, holding me still. "Not yet. Tell me what else you feel."
He increased the pressure, his tongue more urgent now. I gasped, struggling to form coherent thoughts.
"It's like I'm teetering on the edge of something huge," I strained to say. "Every touch pulls me deeper into this abyss of pleasure."
"And what else?" he prompted, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my whole body.
My body trembled. "My heart's bursting out of my chest," I continued breathlessly. "You're everywhere, inside and out, like you're part of me."
He hummed, movements more insistent. "I want you to remember this. Every touch, every sound, every second."
The tension wound tighter, each thrust pushing me closer. My body arched, seeking more of the intense pleasure. "Liam," I gasped, "I can't… I need to…”
“Tell me more,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Say it out loud.”
"It's everything," I cried out desperately. "Too much and not enough. Like I'm going to explode. Please, Liam?—”
With one final, skillful move, he pushed me over the edge.
My body convulsed, a cry tearing from my throat as pleasure crashed over me. Every nerve ending sparked, overwhelming and consuming me, my mind going blissfully blank as I rode out the pleasure.
Through it all, Liam never stopped, never let up, his tongue and fingers continuing to move until the contractions subsided.
“Liam,” I whimpered, my voice breaking as the aftershocks rippled through me. “Oh my God.” I was a trembling, breathless mess as he pulled back, pressing a gentle kiss to my inner thigh.
“Thank you,” he said as he crawled up my body, his eyes dark with desire.
I chuckled breathlessly, my hands reaching up to cup his face. “I think you’re the one who deserves the thanks.”
He kissed me deeply, and I melted into him, my body still humming with the afterglow.
“But it was you who finally let go,” he murmured against my lips.
“And it was… God, I don’t even know.” I sighed, my voice softening. “I just know I’m safe with you.”
“You are,” he said. “You always are.”
“And…” I didn’t know how to say what I wanted to say. How to put the words in the right order. “…it’s scary how I can’t seem to get enough of you.”
He smiled, a genuine, heart-stopping smile that made my heart race all over again. Then his eyes raked over me, dark and hungry, and instead of wanting to hide or analyze the situation, I let myself enjoy it.
Let myself feel wanted. Desired. The way he looked at me—like he was memorizing every detail—made heat pool low in my belly again.
God, I should have been satisfied. Should have been done. But something inside me was awakening, demanding more. My hand moved of its own accord, sliding up his thigh.
"I want more," I heard myself say, my voice husky and strange to my own ears. The raw honesty in those words should have terrified me, but instead, it felt… freeing.
"Fuck, Doc, you're insatiable," he growled, and the sound sent shivers down my spine.
"Yes." The admission fell from my lips like a confession. "I think I am."
He stood up then, his hands moving to his pants, and I shifted on the couch, wanting—needing—a better view.
My mouth went dry as I watched him, my tongue darting out to wet my lips. My heart thundered in my chest as his thumbs hooked into his underwear.
When he pushed them down, something primal took over. I slid to my knees, hardly recognizing myself as I crawled toward him. The logical part of my brain—the part that always maintained control, that analyzed everything—was silent. There was only want. Need.
I took him in my hands, feeling the velvet-soft skin over steel hardness. Looking up at him, I felt exposed. Vulnerable. But for once, I didn't want to run from it.
"Liam?" My voice quivered with something more than just desire.
"Yes?"
I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. This wasn't just about sex anymore. This was about trust. About letting someone in, even just a little. The words stuck in my throat. Admitting what I wanted—what I needed—went against everything I usually was. But something about him made me want to try.
"What is it? You can tell me anything."
"I, um, I liked that before. You know, the way you were demanding." My hands stroked him absently as I forced the words out. "And I... I don't want you to be gentle."