Page 14 of His Mafia Sunshine

I huff out a breathless laugh, even as my cock twitches eagerly in my hospital gown. "Tease," I accuse, swatting at his chest. "You can't say things like that and expect me not to react."

His grin widens, his eyes glinting with mischief and smoldering promise. "Oh, I'm counting on you reacting, baby. Gonna make it my mission to drive you wild, every single day. With my words, my hands, my mouth..." He punctuates each word with a soft, sucking kiss to my jaw, my throat, the sensitive skin behind my ear.

I moan, my head falling back against the pillow, my blood singing with want. "Liam..."

"Shh." He gentles me with a tender brush of lips over my brow, his thumb stroking the thrum of my pulse in my neck. "I've got you, sunshine. I'm gonna take such good care of you, I swear it."

Tears prick my eyes again, but this time they're born of joy, of overwhelming gratitude and love. "I know you will," I whisper, leaning into his touch like a flower to the sun. "I trust you, Liam. With my heart, my body, my everything."

He makes a rough sound, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. "I don't deserve you," he rasps, his voice choked and raw. "I don't deserve your trust, your faith. Not after all the ways I've fucked up, all the hurt I've caused you."

I shake my head fiercely, my fingers curling into the soft hair at his nape. "You do," I insist, holding his gaze with all the conviction in my soul. "You deserve love, Liam. You deserve happiness and peace and everything good in this world. And I'm going to spend the rest of my life showing you that, even if I have to fight your demons myself to do it."

Something fierce and bright blazes to life in Liam's eyes, a fire that sends heat licking through my veins like wildfire. "I love you," he says again, his voice ringing with truth, with unshakeable devotion. "I love you, Asher Davis, and I will burn the fucking world down to keep you safe. To keep you mine."

He seals the vow with a kiss that steals the breath from my lungs, the thoughts from my head. I cling to him, pouring every ounce of love and faith and desperate desire into the press of my lips, the slide of my tongue. In this moment, nothing else matters - not the pain of my injuries, not the looming specter of Declan's wrath.

Only Liam, his heart beating in time with my own, our bodies and souls twined so tight I can't tell where he ends and I begin.

The days that follow are a haze of healing and togetherness, stolen moments of bliss amidst the sterile bustle of the hospital. Liam is my constant companion, leaving my side only when absolutely necessary. He holds my hand through physical therapy sessions, murmuring encouragement and praise as I grit my teeth against the burn of abused muscles. He sneaks me contraband snacks from the cafeteria, grinning like a schoolboy when I moan in delight over a perfectly gooey chocolate chip cookie.

And in the quiet depths of night, when the world narrows down to the cocoon of my hospital bed, he worships me with hands and lips and whispered endearments. He maps my skin like uncharted territory, his fingertips skating over every bruise and scrape with exquisite gentleness. His mouth follows the same path, pressing butterfly kisses to each hurt, as if he can erase the damage through sheer force of love.

I come apart under his reverent ministrations, my nerve endings sparking and sizzling, pleasure unfurling deep in my core. Liam coaxes me to heights I've never known, playing my body like a finely tuned instrument until I'm writhing and gasping his name, my release shattering through me like stained glass.

He holds me after, cradling me against the solid warmth of his chest as the aftershocks shiver through me. I burrow into him, breathing in the intoxicating scent of sweat and sex and something uniquely Liam, a spicy, masculine musk that I know I'll crave until my dying day.

"I can't wait until I can properly fuck you," he murmurs into my hair, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. "Gonna lay you out and take my time, work you open so slow and sweet you'll be begging for it. Begging for my cock, my come, everything I can give you."

"Jesus." I shudder, my spent cock valiantly trying to stir at the filthy promise in his words. "Keep talking like that and they'll have to hook me up to a whole new set of machines."

Liam chuckles, the sound rich and warm as aged whiskey. "Sorry, sunshine. You just bring it out in me. The way you respond, the sounds you make... fuck, I could spend hours taking you apart, putting you back together. Making you feel so good you forget your own name."

I tilt my head up, catching his mouth in a messy, off-center kiss. "Anytime," I breathe against his lips. "Anywhere. I'm yours, Liam. Utterly and completely."

He groans, his hands flexing on my hips, his kiss turning deep and hungry. We make out like horny teenagers, all roaming hands and desperate, biting kisses, until a discreet cough from the doorway has us springing guiltily apart.

Mia stands there, her arms crossed, her expression caught between amusement and exasperation. "Y'all are lucky it's just me and not one of the nurses," she drawls. "Pretty sure getting freaky in a hospital bed is against some kind of code."

I blush hotly, tugging my flimsy gown more securely over my lap. Liam just flashes her a shameless grin, his hand resting possessively on my thigh.

"Can you blame me?" he asks, adoration and mischief warring in his eyes as they meet mine. "Look at him. He's fucking irresistible."

Mia rolls her eyes, but I can see the fondness, the approval, softening her stern face. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. You're stupid in love and horny as hell. Just try to keep it in your pants until you're discharged, yeah? I don't want to have to bail you out for public indecency."

"No promises," Liam quips, and I swat at him even as a giddy bubble of laughter rises in my throat.

Mia shakes her head, fighting a smile as she comes to perch on the edge of my bed. "I'm happy for you," she says softly, her eyes warm and serious as they find mine. "Both of you. What you have... it's rare. Special."

Her expression sobers, a flicker of worry darkening her gaze. "But Ash... you need to be careful, okay? I know Liam would do anything to protect you, but Declan... he's not just going to let this go. Let Liam go."

A chill walks down my spine, the giddy warmth in my chest congealing into lead. I glance at Liam, seeing the way his jaw clenches, his eyes hardening at the mention of his brother.

"I know," I say quietly, reaching for his hand and lacing our fingers together. "Believe me, Mia, I know the risks. But I'm not giving Liam up. Not for Declan, not for anyone."

Liam's hand tightens around mine, his gaze fierce and hot as it meets my own. "We're in this together," he says, his voice ringing with conviction. "No matter what happens, no matter what Declan tries... I'm not letting him win. Not this time."

Mia nods slowly, her eyes searching Liam's face, searching for any hint of doubt or hesitation. She must find none, because she relaxes minutely, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

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