Chapter 7 Elexia
Elexia
When Liam lowers his head between my thighs, my stomach doesn’t just somersault. It’s a thousand roller coasters with triple loops. Undeniable desire pulses from my pussy, drenching my underwear.
“Well, what do we have here?” he observes, nose brushing the damp fabric. “My spanking wasn’t much of a punishment, was it? How lovely.”
His tongue finds the cotton and swipes in one long lick, the tip circling my clit, slow and tender. My nails rake the wood, my breath leaving in soft hisses. All I want to do is bury my hands in his dark curls.
Then, he prods one finger at my opening.
“Oh, holy fuck buckets!” I’m about to combust. And my fluids respond, trickling through.
“Look at me, Lexie Darlin’.”
I obey as he digs his finger in. His winter-blue eyes are sharp as broken glass in snow. But those deep-hooded brows drawn low betray a feverish hunger I’ve only ever seen in my wildest dreams.
“Are ye ready to beg, Luv?” He sweeps a finger along my lips, then slides deeper to rim my hole. I practically soak the digit.
Never imagining I’d be reduced to this, I almost hide my face, but somehow, I manage to hold his gaze. He tilts his head, the corner of his mouth lifting.
“Beg, Lexie. Beg like all those swooning good girls in the books you love so much.”
My lips part. Suddenly, I’m not just normal Lexie anymore. What I never believed possible, what I’ve wanted forever, has come to life. Maybe I’m going to hell. But fuck, if I only want Liam Donovan to take me there.
Gripping the table’s edge, I’m hardly aware of the words leaving my mouth. “Please, Sir…please give me what I know only you can give me. Don’t leave me like this.” I pause, hot tears blurring my vision. I add the cherry on top. “Sir, will you please…ruin me?”
“That’s me good girl,” he hums, reaching for something off to the side. A piece of the Irish soda bread. the sweet one. He grips my jaw gently. “Open. You’ll need to bite on this so the neighbors don’t hear you scream for me.”
I obey, teeth clamping down, tasting the tangy buttermilk and the sweet chocolate chips.
None of it compares to when Liam tugs my underwear to the side, baring me.
“Fuck, Lexie. Fuck, you’re breathtaking.”
Nothing compares to him pressing his nose against my lips, inhaling deeply.
“So exquisitely sinful.” The words vibrate against me.
One long swipe of his tongue through my folds, one circle of my clit with the tip, and the world as I know it is ripped away.
“Ermmm!” The bread muffles my shriek. Pressure tightens in my core. My hips rise with the pleasure I know is coming. I’ve never…it’s never happened this fast. Never thought it could feel this good!
Eyes on mine, Liam kisses my slippery clit, flicking it with his tongue, training his attention on it.
I shatter. Insides convulse. Synapses fire.
My hands fly to his hair, nails digging in, holding him against me as I cry through the bread.
Obscene, feral noises leave my throat. I’m arching, writhing, bucking from the desperate bliss surging through me.
The bread melts in my mouth, and I must bite harder to control my shrieks.
“Now, now, sweet savior, that was far too quick,” he murmurs against my center, pressing tender kisses to my lips.
“What?” I exclaim as he licks my hypersensitive clit again. I jolt.
When I try to push his head away, he smacks my hands, then pins my wrists with one strong grip before diving back to my pussy.
Ragged breaths flare through my nose. This time, he sucks the swollen knot between his lips and slowly slides his index finger into my hole.
My opening sucks him in. Liquid fire courses through my blood.
“Mmm,” he pauses, and I might come from his adoration alone. “Wet, hot, and soft as satin.” He rubs my inner walls, and the ache and pressure deepen.
He adds another finger, stretching me, rubbing me with unrivaled finesse. My inner muscles flutter. So fucking close.
Now, he doubles down. Tongue lapping at me, flattening against my clit, licking it with abandon while his fingers thrust in and out. He ravishes me. He ruins me, just as I’d begged.
My body turns into one raging force of feral, feminine lust. My hips snap upward, rhythmic, pushing against those fingers.
“That’s right, Lexie Darlin’. Fuck my fingers.
Such a sweet girl.” He goes still. “Like it when Sir pleases you, praises you? Or does it turn ye on if I call ye my dirty, little slut?” When I stare at him like a deer in headlights, on the threshold of a more powerful orgasm, he kisses my clit and murmurs, “Tap once for the first, tap twice for the second.”
More tears drip down my hot, flushed face, but I lift my trembling hand from his hair, touch a finger to the surface, and tap three times.
He grins, wicked and beautiful. “Well, then, my gorgeous slut of a woman, you’ll come for me two more times.”
What?!
Liam Donovan devours me. The head of the Irish Mafia is kneeling between my legs, eating me out like a man starved. This isn’t real.
The white-hot blaze inside me disagrees. He adds another finger, stretching me to the burning point.
“Oh, fuuu—” I cry out in ecstasy, clenching again, my thighs shaking, my hips spanking the table. I must look wild. I feel wild, the climax tearing through me like a firestorm. My eyes roll back in my head.
“Aye, fuck my face, mo Róisín. God, look at you. Such a greedy girl.”
Air stalls in my lungs as his other hand slides along the dress, the fabric clinging to my sweat-soaked skin.
Masculine hunger darkens his features. He takes his time, fingers testing the pane of my stomach before working at the front tethers of my dress where my chest heaves with tattered breath.
With one tug, he exposes my bra. White, thin, and lacy.
By now, my nipples have turned to hard stones, puckering through the fabric, the rosy color showing.
“Such pretty tits.” The words drag slowly against me while he cups a handful.
I’m relieved when he doesn’t pull off the bra. For some reason, I’ve always been more self-conscious of my upper half. But when he rubs his thumb along one nipple, the pleasure arrows through me, and I squeeze around his fingers still buried inside me. A tremor rips through me, a precursor.
As he cups my other breast, Liam removes his fingers from my pussy, but his mouth quickly replaces them. No, his tongue! Lapping and drinking and probing right through my opening, flicking the inner wet flesh.
“Ohohohfuuuck!” I screech through gritted teeth since I’ve torn through the bread.
His soaked fingers find my clit and work it back and forth, rubbing and rolling with an expertise he’s likely built up over years. The fingers at my breast roll my sensitive nipple.
Once he’s taken his fill of my inner fluids, all his focus descends on the dilated nub, licking and sucking my clit. The waves rise within me. The threshold promises to be the most powerful I’ve ever had.
“Can you take four of me fingers, Darlin’?”
I moan, tipping my head back against the table, but my hips rise in confirmation.
“Let’s see now.”
He does it. I buck at first, opening my mouth, prepared for the pain. But I’m so wet, I’m so soaked, those fingers slide in with ease. My pussy throbs. I squeeze, sucking his fingers in more.
Hovering his warmth along my folds, he locks my gaze. “Come, Lexie. Come for me now.”
Liam Donovan feasts with reckless abandon.
Three steady pumps of his four fingers. He hooks them inside me—and I fall over the edge.
No, I’m flying. Soaring. The orgasm explodes through me like ballistic eruptions, my inner muscles convulsing from the euphoria, igniting my nervous system, and sizzling up my spine like thousands of tiny lightning bolts.
A million shades of color flash through my vision.
And the highest point of climax surges liquid heat to splash my face and flow through my core.
“Good girl,” he commends with a final kiss as I come down from the golden haze.
I try to hide my burning face behind my hand, but he stands and peels my palm away. I whimper from those winter blade orbs spearing right through me. I part my lips, neck arching. Is he about to kiss me? He does. But I didn’t expect his lips to rub my brow.
When he presses his hand to my soaked lower lips, I hiss from the sensitivity.
“I’ve marked this, Elexia Carter.” He doesn’t move an inch from my face. I can smell my scent on his breath. “I assure you, if I truly love a meal, I will always return for that meal. And if I mark somethin’, no other being in this world could hope to take it from me. Do ye understand?”
I manage a small nod.
“Good.”
“This doesn’t happen…” I whisper, dazed. “This kind of thing, it doesn’t happen. Not for real. And not to girls like me.”
He smiles, helping me off the table. My legs are too wobbly. Before I can fall, Liam catches me, carrying me to the bedroom.
“Now, now, Lexie Darlin’. All those books ye love tell a different story. Plenty of sweet damsels in distress.”
“Does that make you the damsel since I saved your ass and handcuffed you?” I yawn.
A quiet laugh escapes as he kicks open the bedroom door and brings me to the bed. “I reckon it does. Or perhaps we are both damsels, Luv.”
“Mmm…both damsels,” I mumble, my eyelids heavy, my body drained. “I’ll take that.”
“And how about adding a one-bed trope?” I hear his mirth while he lowers me into the sheets.
Yawning again, I rest into my pillow, knowing I’ll be out in minutes. “I always liked those. But we’re not enemies.”
“Indeed not.” He touches his lips to my forehead again. “Forbidden love, Darlin’. It be forbidden love. But you are an impossible find, Elexia Carter. I found ye, and I’ll not be letting ye go anytime soon. You’re mine to keep.”
“Technically, I found you.”
“Sleep.”
I’m out.