35. Thirty-Five #3
In a few strides, with my legs around him, we step into his bedroom, and he throws me onto his bed.
I look up at him approaching me like an animal craving every inch of what’s right in front of him.
Every day becomes more and more intense, and he dissolves the few times I’ve died inside, the nights I’ve stayed wide awake, the loneliness that rusted my bones.
His soul carries a language that unburied and freed me from shackled storms.
I scoot back on the bed, careful not to disrupt his slow stance and make him snap. The way he looks at me is dangerous, but I’ve never felt so safe under the pressure of brutal darkness, and his is beautiful and captivating.
I crave him inside me, I’m shaking and eager to come all over him and he must see the hunger in my eyes because he drops to one knee, hooking his thumbs into my leggings and underwear together and dragging them down my thighs in a single pull.
I step out of them, already reaching for him, fumbling with his button, his zipper, shoving the denim open and wrapping my hand around his cock and pulling him toward my entrance.
He grips my hip with one hand and drives forward in one long, unbroken thrust that fills me completely.
My head snaps back and a sharp cry tearing out of my throat, my inner walls stretching around him.
My fingernails dig into his shoulders as the sting radiates outward and dissolves into a deep, pulsing pressure that rolls up through my stomach.
He stays buried there for a moment, his chest pressed to mine, his breath hot against my neck, and I feel every inch of him throbbing inside me.
I tilt my pelvis, trying to pull him deeper, my thighs trembling against his hips, my body already clenching hungrily around him before he even begins to move.
“Fuck…”
His hand moves my shirt up, and I arch up into his next thrust as his mouth finds my nipple, and it feels like I could float away. My hands run through his hair, pulling his face to mine, and I kiss him like a dying woman. He pulls out and I want to scream at the loss of contact.
He steps back and takes me in, looking at me naked as he swipes his thumb to his mouth, and he abruptly spins me around on my fours, nudging my legs wider and thrust inside me until I see stars.
His hand tightens around my throat, pulling me to his chest as his pace grows mercilessly, and I’m consumed by him.
“I need… The way I need to fuck you right now, Sara, might look like I don't value and treasure you as the most precious thing in my life, but I swear to God I fucking love you,” he growls in my ear, and my entire body seizes around him, my eyes find his instantly, and I kiss him, our tongues relentlessly licking, sucking.
“I love you too. I love you so fucking much.” I smile against him, and his hand finds my hair, pulling it back, and a moan breaks when he bites my neck, claiming every molecule that makes me his.
“I’m the one who tells you when you can come.” He bites my earlobe, thrusting inside me, over and over again.
I dig my nails into his hand at my throat for balance, and I scream when his hand slaps my ass, and another one. It stings, tears run down my face, my knees are shaking, and I’m breaking apart. I’m so close, I reach to touch myself, but he rips my hand away.
“If I say you can’t fucking touch yourself, you won’t, Sara.
” He bends to bite the side of my breast, soothing with his tongue, and the pain blurs my senses and how much I need his violence.
It makes me feel alive. It heals me in ways and reaches the dark pits of my soul that begs to be appeased and bended around his palm.
His pace is unforgiving, and I push forward, gripping the bed for leverage as I meet each of his thrusts with my hips.
“God… baby. You’re going to make me lose my mind,” he says, cupping my chin, with his chest at my back.
As my body craves release and I can no longer support myself, he hits that spot inside me multiple times, and as I reach my limit, his hand finds our connection point,
“Come all over me. Now… Come for me, baby.” His permission causes my whole body to explode in an orgasm, making me cry out his name loud enough for our demons to interlace and move to their own eerie rhythm. As he comes apart inside me holding me tight, he follows me into this abyss we’ve created.
Barely breathing, he brings me to his chest, collapsing next to me. My eyes are still closed as I breathe him in, and he kisses over every part of my face and neck. His hand roaming my body as if he hadn’t just devoured me.
I look up at him, his hands lace through my hair, pulling my face back, and I’m lost in his insurmountable gaze.
“I love you,” he whispers against my lips, sealing his words there. “You’ve utterly infiltrated yourself so deep into my soul that I don’t want you to ever question how you belong to me, and I belong to you.”
My breath catches in my throat, it all leaves me awestruck and my heart reaches back home, against his chest, connected to a man that sees me for everything that I am.
“I love you too, Liam,” I whisper, my voice breaking on his name. “God, I love you so much it hurts.”
The confession hangs between us, fragile and perfect. A tear slowly falls down his cheek, my words reaching depths of him I am honored to keep for as long as he allows me to.