Thirty-Seven
THIRTY-SEVEN
LIAM
T he soft cry leaves her lips like the purest, most deafening song, echoing in the hollow spaces of my chest. It’s not just a sound—it’s everything. Music to my soul. A confession. A surrender. A plea for me. For us.
I make my way up her body, trailing kisses along her skin like I’m leaving pieces of myself behind. Each kiss is deliberate, reverent, until I reach her soft, full lips. When I press my lips to hers, the kiss is slow, unhurried, savoring every second like it’s the first time I ever kiss her.
My eyes find hers, and for a moment, the world narrows to just us. The blue in her gaze seems lighter, glowing with a softness that pierces through every defense I’ve ever had. The faint, trembling smile on her lips makes my chest tighten, it’s almost unbearable.
“You were always mine too,” she whispers, her voice trembling but steady, the words carving themselves into my soul. “No matter how much I tried to get rid of you. You were etched into me. Into my soul.”
I cup her face, my thumb skimming her cheek. “ Enti rouhi. ”
Her breath catches. Because she knows what it means. You are my soul.
She’s grown up with Adeline’s family—she’s heard these words before. Felt their weight. Their depth. And when she repeats them back to me, something inside me snaps.
Without a second thought, I lunge off the sofa and scoop her into my arms, cradling her against my chest. A startled laugh bursts from her lips, light and free, before turning into something breathless as I stomp toward the bedroom like a man possessed.
Like a caveman.
Because she is mine. And I don’t intend to let her forget it.
“What are you doing?” she giggles, her fingers brushing against my chest as if trying to steady herself.
“We’re far from done,” I growl, kicking the door open and striding in with purpose.
I throw her down onto the bed, and she bounces slightly on the mattress, her laughter shifting into a gasp. For a moment, I just stand there, drinking her in, utterly captivated.
Her blonde hair fans out across the white sheets, catching the light and making her look like an angel fallen to earth. Her soft, light skin seems to glow, a subtle blush rising to her cheeks as her chest rises and falls. My gaze drops, and her perfectly perky breasts, bare and unashamed, are a masterpiece I’ll never tire of worshiping. Every curve, every inch of her, is pure perfection, glowing in the soft light like she was sculpted just for me.
God, thank you for her. Because I don’t deserve her, but I’ll take her anyway.
I managed to lose her once, but there’s no chance in hell I’m losing her again. Never in a million years will I allow that to happen. She was made for me. Destiny made sure we ‘accidentally’ met—not once, not twice, but three times. And everyone knows what they say: the third time’s the charm.
I climb onto the bed, crawling toward her, my hands gripping the sheets on either side of her head. Her eyes widen, her lips part as she takes me in, and her laughter fades into something deeper.
“You’re mine,” I murmur, my voice low, rough, as I lean down to capture her lips again. This time around, there’s now slowness or gentleness. I devour her, and she meets me with equal fervor, her lips parting to let me in. Our tongues collide, dancing, teasing, clashing like we’re both desperate to consume every ounce of each other.
Her hands grip the back of my neck, nails digging into my skin as if she’s anchoring herself to me. I groan against her mouth, my hands roaming her body, gripping her hips hard. She’s fire and light and everything I’ve ever needed, and I want more—need more.
As if reading my mind, she breathes, “More.” The words are a command and I’m here to please.
I pull back, sitting on my haunches as I let my gaze rake over her again. She’s a vision—flushed skin and eyes heavy with desire. I know she can read every promise etched into my face, every intention laid bare, and it only makes her smile widen. Her pink tongue darts out, wetting her lips in a way that sends a jolt straight to my dick.
Slowly, deliberately, I kick off my sweatpants, followed by my boxers, letting my hard cock spring free. Her eyes drop, a faint gasp escaping her lips, and I see the way her thighs rub together in anticipation.
I reach for the last barrier between us—the tiny pink lace thong that clings to her like a second skin. My hands move deliberately, sliding along her hips as I tug them down, inch by inch, savoring every new inch of skin revealed. The moment they’re off, I take her in fully—her wetness glistening, tempting. My mouth waters, and I bend down for another taste, savoring her, drinking her in like I’ll never get enough.
Then, finally, I lower myself over her. Our bodies align perfectly, fitting together like they were always meant to. I reach for the nightstand, but before I can grab a condom, her hand covers mine.
“I’m on the pill,” she whispers, her eyes locked on mine.
I hesitate for half a second, my pulse hammering. “You sure?”
She nods, her legs tightening around me, pulling me closer. “I want to feel all of you.”
A curse slips past my lips. No barriers. No distance. Nothing between us but heat and need.
My fingers tighten on the sheets as I shift, gripping myself, dragging the head of my cock through her slick heat, teasing her, testing us both.
Her breath stutters, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Liam.”
I press forward, just an inch, just enough for us both to feel it. The molten heat of her, the unbearable tightness. Skin against skin. Nothing between us.
My forehead drops to hers, my breath coming out in ragged, uneven pants as I push in, slow, deep—sinking into her inch by inch, stretching her, filling her. She clenches around me, her body gripping me like it never wants to let go, like I belong right here.
A low, guttural moan rips from her throat, and fuck, that sound—it shreds through the last of my control. My fingers bury themselves in her hair as I still inside her, reveling in the way she pulses around me, in the way we fit so damn perfectly it almost hurts.
She trembles beneath me, her lips parting on a whispered gasp. “God, you feel… so good.”
My teeth grit, my entire body shaking with restraint. “Sunshine…” My lips brush her jaw, my voice barely human. “You have no idea.”
Then I move. A slow, deliberate pull before I push back in, deeper this time, sinking into her. Her body reacts instantly, her legs tightening even more around me, her nails pressing into my back, a broken moan slipping from her lips that sends heat racing through my blood. Fuck. The way she feels—tight, wet, perfect—it’s enough to drive a man insane.
I shift slightly, tilting her hips to find a deeper angle, and the way her head falls back, the way her lips part with a breathless gasp, makes me feel like a king. The sound she makes is pure heaven.
“Eyes on me,” I whisper, brushing a strand of hair from her face and cradling her cheek in my palm. My voice is raw, my heart exposed. “Stay with me, Sophie. Right here. Just me and you.”
Her eyes flutter open, locking onto mine, and what I see there makes my pulse thunder. It’s not just desire—it’s something deeper. A pull. A claim. Something that feels like forever.
Her body arches beneath me, her back lifting off the bed as I move deeper, savoring the heat that surrounds me. The sensation is overwhelming. A low groan rumbles from my chest, unrestrained, and her answering moan only fuels the fire coursing through me.
I set a deliberate rhythm. Every thrust is measured, controlled—but the way she gasps, the way her nails bite into my skin, tests the last of my restraint. It’ll leave a mark. I want it to. A reminder of this. Of us.
The sound of us—skin meeting skin, the soft, breathy noises she makes with every movement—drives me insane. It’s primal, a symphony of everything we are together. Our bodies slide against each other, slick with sweat, the heat between us building like an unstoppable force.
“Liam,” she exhales, broken, wrecked, like she doesn’t know if she’s begging or surrendering.
“I know, baby, I know.” I shift slightly, lifting her leg higher to open her up to me, angling just right to hit the spot that makes her cry out. The sound of her pleasure sends a jolt of satisfaction through me, my body tightening, my control slipping.
“You feel so fucking good,” I murmur, my voice thick with need. One hand grips her hip, holding her exactly where I want her, while the other slides between us, seeking out the spot that’ll break her completely.
I find her clit, rolling it under my thumb, slow at first—teasing, dragging it out, making her desperate.
She jolts, her hips stuttering against mine, a strangled moan slipping from her lips.
She’s close. So fucking close.
I feel it in the way her body grips me, in the way she claws at my back, her breath coming in ragged little gasps. Like she can’t handle it, like it’s too much—but she doesn’t want me to stop.
“You gonna come for me again, baby?” My voice is rough, unrelenting, my pace turning merciless. “Gonna let me feel it?”
Her head tilts back, exposing the delicate curve of her throat, and I take my chance. I lower my mouth to her pulse, licking over it before sucking deep, dragging a soft cry from her lips.
“That’s it,” I breathe against her flushed skin, “give it to me, Sophie.”
I press my thumb harder against her clit, flicking it in time with every deep, punishing thrust, driving her closer, closer—until she’s crying out my name, her voice breaking as her body trembles beneath me.
Fuck.
She shatters, her body clenching around me, pulling me deeper, and feeling her come like this, because of me, with me—nearly destroys me.
A guttural moan tears from my throat as I bury myself inside her one last time, my own release crashing over me like a tidal wave, leaving me shaking, and completely undone.
For a moment, neither of us moves, our breaths mingling, our bodies still tangled together. I brush a strand of hair from her face, pressing a soft kiss to her temple as the aftershocks ripple through us both.
She smiles, her eyes heavy-lidded, glowing with a softness that makes my chest ache. “Where have you been hiding this?” she murmurs, her head landing on my chest, her fingers idly tracing patterns over my skin.
I chuckle, the sound low and content, brushing my lips against the top of her head. “You didn’t like the other times?”
Her laugh is soft, her breath warm against my chest. “This was different.”
“I know,” I say, my hand running lazily up and down her spine. “I felt it too.” I tilt her face toward mine and press a kiss to her lips. Every inch of me feels spent, yet somehow alive in a way I can’t describe, as if she’s filled every hollow part of me just by being here.
She sighs, nestling closer, her voice muffled against my skin. “We’re going to be late for work.”
“Fuck work,” I mutter, my hand slipping into her hair, tugging lightly to pull her gaze back to mine.
She slaps my chest, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. “Liam!”
”What?” I grin, unrepentant, leaning down to capture her lips again, this time with a teasing edge. “You think they’ll miss us that much? Besides…” I trail off, my hands sliding back down her sides, lingering just above her hips. ”I’m not done with you yet.”
Her laughter rings out, warm and light, but her eyes flicker with heat. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”
“For you?” I whisper, holding her gaze. “Always.”