Chapter Ten #2
“Do you know how special that is? Waiting until it feels right? No one does that nowadays.”
“So, it’s not a turn off or anything?”
His grin got bigger and oh goodness, he looked so handsome in the soft glow of the lamp.
Liam grabbed her hand and pressed it to his stone hard cock.
Geez, he was big. “I promise you, it’s a turn on.
” He rubbed his facial scruff and propped his head on his hand, elbow still resting on the bed. “Okay, so this changes thing.”
“But I don’t want anything to change us,” she whispered, rubbing her open palm up the length of him.
God, she’d never felt this bold. She had no idea what had gotten into her, but she liked the little world they were building together.
The things she didn’t like about herself just melted away when he was near her.
With a groan, he rolled his eyes closed and hung his head. Smoothly, he leaned in and kissed her. His hand went to the back of her neck, and she relaxed against his touch. “Fuck,” he whispered, detaching from her kiss. His eyes were squeezed closed. “You’re human and a virgin.”
“Who is the overthinker now?”
He huffed a breath and rolled his hips against her hand. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then take care of me instead,” she murmured, and his eyes opened. “Can you do that?” she asked. “Can you take care of me? Take care of my body? Can you teach me?”
“Teach you,” he repeated.
“Teach me how to be with you.”
He muttered a curse and closed his eyes, leaned in and pressed his lips to hers again, his hand gently grasping the side of her neck, his thumb rubbing her cheek. His pushed his tongue past her lips, and she could feel it—the sensation of falling. It wasn’t uncomfortable. It was exciting.
His touch drew heat as he ran his fingertips from her throat to her collar bone, down the side of her breasts, and to the hem of her sleep shirt.
He kissed her as he lifted the hem and slid his hand underneath the fabric.
She moaned and arched her back as he cupped her bare breast. He dragged a tingling sensation through her middle as he moved to the other breast and rolled his hips against her outer thigh.
Slowly, he pushed her shirt up, peeled it from her head and arms, and tossed it to the floor.
The look in his eyes as he dragged his hungry gaze down her body warmed her from the inside out. He slid his hand down her stomach, and under the lace of her panties. She’d had her knees clamped together in anticipation, but now she relaxed them apart. “Good girl,” he said. “Just like that.”
Nory rolled her eyes closed and arched against the mattress as he slid his fingertips up and down her slick folds, teasing her entrance. She wanted more. Her body tensed every time he touched the sensitive part there, and already he was building a fire inside of her.
“Liam,” she whispered.
“You want me inside?” he asked against her ear.
She nodded and his response was instant.
He slid his finger in, and she huffed a breath as she arched harder and spread her knees wider.
She felt like they were floating as he slid it in and out of her slowly.
He took his time and when the first orgasm pulsed through her, she was almost taken off guard.
She felt a million miles from earth when it was just them like this.
“I need you really wet,” he whispered, rolling on top of her.
He pushed a second finger in, and she gasped at the stretch. It was a second of shock, and then it felt so good again, and she was lost with him once more.
“You’re doing so good,” he rumbled, spreading her legs wider, so he could fill the space there with his wide hips.
In desperation, she reached down and pushed at his sweats.
His lips were back on hers now, and he helped, pushing his clothes down his legs, and off completely. He eased down and drew the sensitive nub of her breast into his mouth, and sucked it hard, harder.
Her breathing was ragged as she moved her hips with the pace he set with his fingers.
He grabbed her wrist and held it pinned over her head. “Can you say it for me again?” he gritted out.
Confused, she opened her eyes to find his eyes were glowing a too-bright icy blue, and his teeth were gritted. And she knew what he needed. He needed her to remind him to be gentle.
“Can you take care of me?” she whispered on a breath.
He eased his fingers out of her and kissed her once, twice. “You want me to be your first?” he asked as he dragged kisses down the side of her throat.
And didn’t he know? Didn’t he realize? He was already her first in so many ways already. Of course she wanted this connection with him.
“I want you,” she whispered, repeating his earlier words.
He pushed the head of his cock past her entrance, and she relaxed her knees and stomach, sure that she was in for some kind of pain.
There was none though. He was slow and methodical about the way he pushed into her just a little more each stroke.
All the stretch that was happening only felt good. Sooo good.
He filled her more, and more, until he let off a long groan as he buried himself inside of her completely.
The sound in his throat was so sexy. She caught onto his pace, rolling her hips to match him as he kissed her, and this was it.
This was the moment she’d overthought for all these years.
The moment she’d wondered at ever happening to her.
She was so happy it hadn’t happened to her until now. She was so happy to be with Liam.
His abs were rolling against the softness of her stomach, and the scruff on his face was rough as they kissed, and the touch of his hands was firm but gentle, and the feel of his hard cock sliding in and out of her was just an overwhelming combination of feelings that she loved.
Her body had never been through anything like this before, and she never wanted it to end.
She wanted him buried deeply in her for eternity.
Liam took his time, and dragged another orgasm from her, pumped into her to match the fading pulses of pleasure, and then he did it again.
It was like he knew her body already. Knew what it liked.
If she made a sound of pleasure, he noted it and explored whatever felt good to her.
Her loud mind was utterly consumed with him, and what he was doing to her body.
He was tensing up now with every stroke now though, and she loved it. She wanted him to come with her. Wanted it all. Her body craved to feel his release, and closer and closer he dragged them, driving in to her harder and faster.
She clung to him desperately, closed her eyes against the word as he bucked into her.
She cried out as she came again, and he grunted and pushed up on locked arms, and she could see the werewolf in him.
His eyes were a blinding vibrant blue, and his features were sharper.
There was a snarl in his throat as he slammed into her.
His dick throbbed and he gritted out her name as he lost himself right along with her.
She couldn’t take her eyes off him as her release crashed through her.
Never in her life had she seen anything as powerful as him.
He was hers.
As their releases pulsed on, she had such a moment of clarity.
He was hers.
He’d stayed gentle for her. He’d taken care of her. He’d taught her.
He’d taken her body and made it his, and she knew what that feeling in her chest was.
There was a bond between them now that was bigger than before.
He really was hers.
Liam lowered down and kissed her, hand back on the back of her neck.
He was coveting her. His hand massaged her hip gently, and then he dragged it up to the other side of her throat and melted against her completely as he rolled her over on top of him.
Liam hugged her up so tightly as he kissed her, and god, his hands—his big powerful hands—went so gentle with her as he caressed her back.
Nory’s heartrate slowed as she got drunk on his kiss. He wasn’t in a rush to pull out of her, and she was glad. She loved being connected to him like this.
He pecked her lips, once, twice…and again. And then he did something that just wrapped around her heart. He pulled her in for a hug and just…held her.
Both of their breathing slowed, both heart rates slowly returned to normal. He pulled the covers over them and she just held onto him like an anchor.
“You’re safe,” he whispered.
Those two words drew a sleepy smile from her lips. “I know.”