Chapter 31 #2
Somehow, we’re so close. I rise on the tips of my shoes, my hand snaking around Liem’s neck, and I pull him down to me and kiss him.
I kiss him with urgency like I’ve never needed anything else in my life more than this.
More than him. He’s stiff at first and it makes me want to stop even though his touch is absolutely everything.
As I begin to pull away, he presses into me, his mouth reciprocating the movement of mine, and then he takes over, lifting me from the ground, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist. My cotton skirt easily stretches leaving my panty hosed backside exposed.
He walks us back to the wall and plants a hand on one side of my head, the other still griping my ass for dear life.
I break away because if not, I’ll faint from the toe-curling need.
I lay my head back, fisting his hair in between my fingers, and I moan, my voice carrying through the cold wind as he kisses me everywhere.
Devouring me.
Cherishing me.
We find each other’s lips again and take our time. I moan in pain—a good pain because I physically ache for him.
He breaks away, both of us panting, our foreheads touching. My ass cheeks still held captive by his vise grip.
I sense him. No, I feel him starting to pull away. “Don’t. Please don’t walk away. Please don’t leave me. Please,” I beg in a whisper yet violent tone. He can’t leave me here. He can’t walk away from this now. My heart won’t survive.
“I’m not. I won’t.” His lips are red and swollen.
“Your right arm must be really strong,” I state, our foreheads no longer touching but still so close I can feel his warm breath against my cold cheeks.
He huffs out a soft laugh with a genuine smile flashing across his face.
I pull back in awe. “Oh, wow,” I say in admiration. “It really is as beautiful as I imagined.”
His eyes turn to sorrow, but he crashes his mouth to mine again before slowly lowering me to the snow dusted ground.
“You can’t stay here.” His words are desperate, but I already know I’ll no longer be able to work here. The questions that’ll need answered. “Nothing will lead back to you—”
I hold a finger to his reddened lips. “I know.” My back is pressed against the frigid brick, and I shiver. My body finally catching up with my brain.
Liem sheds his leather, draping it over my shoulders. “Shit. I should have done that a while ago. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” I tightly hold on to his jacket, casually inhaling, not caring if he notices.
He takes my hand and begins dragging us off across the street.
“Wait. My purse.” I detach his hold on me and run back inside, the glass crunching beneath my shoes.
I take one last look around, then scribble a note onto Lydia’s locker telling her everything is all right and I’ll be in touch. I’ll miss working with her and Thomas. This place sucked, but they made it more tolerable.
Leaving the diner one last time, I snag Liem’s hand, the lifeline he is, and lead us to my apartment.
Inside, the air grows thick but somehow, it’s clearer than ever. I drop my purse, locking the door behind me with Liem’s leather still draped over my shoulders and arms.
“We don’t have to—” Unable to finish my words, Liem prowls toward me, takes my face in his gentle hands and kisses me.
It’s urgent like before, but unlike only minutes ago, he’s savoring me.
With already having tasted me, he’s slow, taking his time.
I claw at his forearms careful not to cause him pain and I moan into him.
With every rhythmic move we make together, I fall deeper, and I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.
He lets me go, sharing a breath with mine. “Fuck. I’ve thought about this moment and what it would be like. It doesn’t even come close.”
I close my eyes, listening to the near silence, only the sound of our quiet panting filling the space.
“It’s all I’ve been able to dream about lately.
No more nightmares. No more replays of him on top of me.
Only you and what you would feel like.” I grip his forearms, his hands still caressing me with maximum tenderness.
“I want you, Liem,” I whisper, gaining the courage to look up into his full of life eyes.
“You already have me.”
The leather falls from my shoulders as I reach up and stroke his hair, his eyes close as he leans into my touch. Not only do we touch each other, but we feel each other. Like we’re one in the same.
I move with caution, brushing my fingertips along his chiseled jawline and down his muscular arms. I stop at the hem of his shirt. Without breaking eye contact, I ask, “May I?”
He nods and I pull his shirt up and over him. I’ve seen him practically naked before, but this is different. I’m not trying to take care of him as if he’d shatter.
He takes both my hands and lays gentle kisses to my fingertips, the ones previously feathering his skin. The small gesture goes a long way because I can feel myself wanting him even more. The ache between my thighs is an all-time high.
His stomach muscles move together as he unties my hair letting it fall over my shoulders and then putting the ponytail holder around his wrist.
“Are you stealing my hair tie?” I smile suggestively.
“Souvenir.” The one side of his mouth lifts and holy shit, it’s the sexiest thing ever. “May I?” His hand rests at the hem of my shirt with the stupid diner logo on the corner.
I’d rather him rip it to shreds but I suppose removing it will do. “Yes. Please. Now.”
Within seconds my shirt is being tossed to the floor, and I’m left in nothing but my black cotton bra. And… the hideous reminder that’ll forever be a part of me.
I start to close myself off, but Liem pulls me to him, his hands steadying my waist. He traces the grotesque lettering burned into my skin, and I wince.
“Does it still hurt?”
“Not all the time. But it makes me ugly and tainted.”
He lifts my chin. “You will never be ugly. Ever. Don’t say that to me again. This doesn’t make you weaker, it makes you stronger.” He traces the raised lines, and I swallow, holding back tears that threaten to fall.
“Will you take me, Liem? I want to forget… I want to know what it feels like to be cared for. To be had without the vileness of it all.”
Without hesitation, he crashes his lips to mine and picks me up. I wrap my legs around him, feeling his hardness beneath me. He guides me to my bedroom, and lays me on the bed, towering over top of my hot body. I never want to forget this moment. How he’s looking at me.
Please don’t ever let me forget. Even if it’s only this once.
He tugs my skirt off, then rolls down my panty hose, kissing the bareness of my thighs along the way. My back arches involuntarily and I cry out because I haven’t been touched like this in so long.
My eagerness is sad because we haven’t even done anything yet and I’m a mess for him.
He seductively rubs my legs as I stroke his abdomen, finding the tops of his jeans and tugging them down.
With the vast motion, his thick dick breaks free.
My teeth catch my bottom lip, my tongue swiping over it like a hungry lioness.
When I meet his burning gaze, his eyes are a fire in the winter, and I yearn for it with craze.
My hand gently rests on his freed cock, and I begin to stroke, watching the pleasantness overtake his body. He hisses out a hum but then stops my hand. “It’s been a long time and if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to fully enjoy you.” There’s nothing but honesty in his voice.
“You haven’t been with anyone since—”
He shakes his head in shame. “No.”
I follow up with my words carefully. “Okay. We don’t have to do this if you aren’t ready.”
His face grows strained, tense. “You don’t understand, I want this more than you can ever imagine.”
“Okay,” I whisper again.
“But you, Danika. I want to make sure I take care of you. I want to make sure you don’t hurt with me.”
Emotions come swirling in because dammit, I hate that my last time was with someone so vile.
“I know you’ll never hurt me which is why I want this—need this more than ever. With you. And only you.”
Liem’s dark brow closes together, the tension fading as he travels up my leg, lightly brushing my skin now a blaze. He stops on my wet clit, gently rubbing circles and I cry out. He then drives two fingers inside me, curing my horrid dreams.
He thrusts in and out ever so slowly and then takes back his fingers licking them with our eyes locked on one another. “Just as I imagined.” And then he strokes me with his tongue.
Up. Down. Circles. In. Out.
“Yes!” I fist his hair, and I know I’m on the verge ready to jump, ready to leap, but then he stops and as much as I hate that he does, I want to feel him inside me.
He holds his head low, disappointment taking over his expression. “Shit. I don’t carry anything—”
“It’s okay. I’m safe.”
I’m safe but wounded.
He studies me carefully before finding my slick entrance, and like stars exploding, he pushes himself inside. We both let out a thrilling yell, pleasure, pure bliss, but then he stops and my gaze flicks to him.
“What’s the matter? Are you okay?” His sudden stopping has my stomach in knots. I stroke his face, and he kisses my palm. “We can go slow, it’s okay. We can take our time with one another.”
He swallows. “Everything is right. It’s perfect.” He places his lips on my hand before starting to move. His powerful arms working to keep him up beside me, the veins in them protrude with power.
He works his way in and out with measured thrusts and we’re both becoming one. I don’t think about anything or anyone else. It’s a piece of the puzzle finding its way together and my body is completely losing itself.
“Fuck, Danika. You feel like everything my body was craving and missing.”
I cry out again as he goes deeper, the climb almost at the top, taking the plunge. My fingertips dig lightly into his solid, strong back as he continues to make love to me. Not fucking. Not screwing without any emotion.
Love.
“Liem… I—”
“Me too, butterfly. Me too.”
At the same time, we both let go. Both our bodies taken over by our climax and there’s nothing greater in this world than our moment together right here, right now.