Chapter 26
Chapter twenty-six
Liam
It doesn’t take me long to find her. Drawn to Isla like two magnets, I find my girl immediately as I enter the hallway, her pacing back and forth noticeable the second I round the corner.
What has my princess so wound up that she is unable to rest?
I left the supplies downstairs as to not get blood all over them. Maybe a small part of me knew that now wasn’t the right time to present her with them, maybe I just knew.
I don’t bother to dim the sound of my echoing footsteps as I make my way to her — my pacing beauty. But too lost in her racing thoughts, Isla doesn’t notice me, and that will not do.
I quicken my pace, done trying to be gentle and snake my arm across her chest from behind. She hasn’t managed to get a look at who I am but I bet she has a pretty good guess as she decides not to fight my hold too much.
Over the past few weeks we have fallen into a routine of me finding her unawares and caught off guard. And to say she loves it would be an understatement.
My needy girl.
Again, it’s not something I’m surprised about since my girl saw me — a masked man — in an abandoned building and instead of running in the opposite direction, she stood and drooled over my impressive back muscles.
Well, she didn’t admit to the last part, but the way she clawed at my back did all the talking for her.
Isla lets out a pained moan as I bring my other hand to tilt her head sideways, bearing her neck for me.
I’m still wearing my mask, a decision I am very glad I made when I came up here because fuck is there something primal about touching my girl like this.
I can’t get enough of her, the feel of her body against mine, the sound of her panted breaths as she cums and oh fuck the sweetness of her cunt on my tongue.
This incredible woman makes me feral and I would do anything she demanded.
There's no question about it, Isla is wearing the metaphorical pants in this relationship, and I'd be a lying man if I said it doesn’t turn me on. I’d rip anyone in half without a second thought if they even thought about touching her, but I know the fire that burns inside her would do the same and that’s one of the many reasons why I am obsessed with her.
‘Have you been good today?’ I ask, trailing my mask up the side of her neck.
‘That depends…’ she pauses and I feel her lips shift into a devious grin. ‘What would you class as good?’
Oh my princess loves to test me.
‘I think you know, baby.’
I grip her tighter, plastering her back against me and her ass nestles perfectly against my groin and growing erection. Her hips immediately sway, causing her to grind against me in a painfully good manoeuvre.
Fuck she kills me every time.
We’ve not had sex since being in the stadium but whenever I think about it we’ve not needed it. Or more accurately, neither of us has lasted long enough to get to that stage yet.
It’s like we’ve both returned to our carnal urges and Isla is a woman who knows exactly what she wants.
Fuck half the time she’s jumping me for a quickie in a storage cupboard whilst she thinks no one is looking our way — I’ve caught more than one questioning glance from passers by but they quickly fuck off when I make eye contact.
No fucker is making my horny princess feel bad about taking what she wants from me.
I’m a more than happy participant in this relationship and today I want it all. I will give her as many orgasms as she demands but I need to be inside her tonight.
‘I told you, princess. Bad girls get punished.’ I growl, nibbling the flesh of her neck through my mask.
Isla moans in response, gripping my forearm for leverage as her legs almost give out.
Her feet are off the floor in an instant as I lift her, manoeuvring her body so that her legs wrap around my hips and I walk us to the wall. Isla’s back connects with the dark surface and I drink her in.
Her neck is red where I had my teeth moments ago and the mark looks perfect on her.
A light sheen of sweat coats her pale skin, the lanterns' orange hues giving the illusion that she is glowing. Although it’s not an illusion because it know it’s true.
This incredibly beautiful woman has been glowing since the day I met her and I never want her to stop.
‘You’re incredible, baby.’
‘I’m getting heavy,’ she protests and I scoff.
‘You are most certainly not heavy,’ and to prove just how wrong she is I grip her ass and lift her above my head in one clean move. Using the leverage on the wall, I wrap her legs around my shoulders, allowing her pussy to sit perfectly in front of my face.
‘Mmm. I’ve missed you, princess.’
Isla squeals a giggle and fuck if I care that anyone could hear it. All I can focus on is hearing her happiness again, so I do what any man who is madly obsessed with the mother of his child would. I bury my face between her thighs and inhale deeply.
Isla gasps, threading her fingers through my loose hair and tugs so that my mask falls around my neck. I oblige, looking up at her flushed expression and grin.
‘What are you doing?’ She asks. It comes out breathlessly, and I know for certain she can’t help but be aroused by my antics.
‘You know exactly what I’m doing,’ I lick my lips.
‘You can’t do that…’ she looks up and down the corridor. ‘Here.’
‘I can do whatever I want.’
‘Liam, what if someone catches us?’ She sounds uncertain and I lick my lips again, salivating at the thought of tasting her.
I know Isla gets off on this shit, but it doesn’t stop her anxiety from rearing its head every now and then and causing her to question herself and what she's doing. So, in those uncertain times, I take charge and cause her to become mindless enough that those thoughts don’t have anything to hold on to.
‘If someone comes around that corner,’ I arch a brow and bring my face between her lush thighs. They have filled out since she got here and fuck do I love the way they feel when they are wrapped around my head. ‘They can either admire the way I worship my queen, or they can simply fuck off.’
I run the pad of my tongue right where I know her slit is, not taking my gaze from hers as I do so.
‘Liam,’ her head hits the wall with a thud and I know her eyes are rolling with pleasure.
My queen loves it when I worship her like this. The way she deserves for me to. And I've got to say, I love it too.
‘Yes, baby.’ I answer, knowing fine well she wasn’t saying my name to ask me a question.
Isla answers me, though, like the good girl she is.
‘I want more.’
Fuck I love it when she tells me what she needs. She’s become more confident with expressing herself recently and I’m so proud of her.
I shift my grip, making sure her thighs are securely wrapped around my shoulders as I take the fabric of these sinful trousers and tear.
It’s a damn shame to destroy them since they are, without a doubt, my favourite thing she wears.
The way they hug her every curve perfectly as they sculpt her mouth-wateringly good arse before flaring out at the bottom.
Fuck they get me every time. Hence, me spending every moment she’s had them on with one thought in my mind — to rip them off of her.
‘Hey!’ Isla scolds me, her unimpressed gaze scowling down at me.
But I don’t stop pulling at the fabric until her bare pussy is fully exposed, only inches from my lips. Then I’m on her, devouring her sweet wetness like a man starved — because I am. I mean, what can I say? All those hours I was out scavenging have made me a desperate man.
Isla has invaded my every thought. I’ve not imagined anyone or anything but her since the second I looked over my shoulder and found her mentally undressing me like the horny vixen she is.
And spending all of those months waiting for her, searching every square metre for her did nothing but increase my already unhealthy obsession with her.
I circle the tip of my tongue around her clit, teasing her just the way she likes it, right before I suck.
Isla moans and some depraved part of me doesn’t think she’s loud enough.
How fucked up do I have to be to want every man in our vicinity to hear my girl and know without one shred of doubt she is mine.
‘Liam, I’m gunna…’
Her thighs begin to shudder and her fist finds my hair as she cums, soaking my chin with her pleasure.
‘Ride it out, baby.’
Isla mewls in response, her clit pulsing in the aftermath of her pleasure.
God, what a beautiful sight.
‘Mmm,’ I growl against her centre. ‘That’s a good girl.’
I look up, wanting to take in all of her beauty, and what I find blazing behind her eyes is nothing short of feral. My girl looks like she is about to pounce and the thought sends a thrill racing through me.
‘Fuck me,’ she pants biting her bottom lip.
‘I thought you’d never ask.’
She slides down the wall and I catch her, pinning her against the surface. My hand comes to cradle her cheek and I notice the splotches of blood staining my knuckles from my kills earlier today.
Would she mind if she saw it?
Isla notices my moment's hesitation and brings my knuckles up to inspect them. But it’s not fear or disgust I find looking back at me when she finally meets my gaze. It’s excitement.
‘How many?’
Her voice is husky as she brings my knuckles to her lips, not touching them but close enough to send blood rushing straight to my already painfully hard cock.
‘Two.’
Isla tuts, dropping my hand. ‘I would have thought you capable of more than that.’
Her teasing grin tells me all I need to know but I’m not in the mood to let her get away with being a little bratty.
‘You’re going to regret saying that, baby.’
‘Make me.’