Maybe he will even try to kill me.
For tonight, I don’t care.
Tonight, all I want is him.
He cups my cheek before leaning in to kiss my cheek. “Lie down.”
I can barely fight the smile on my lips as I do just that.
He slides his fingers into my hair and then traces over my body before sliding between my legs.
“Fuck, you are so wet for me.”
I moan when he rubs over my clit. “Liam, please.”
We are both ignoring the consequences of what we are about to do. Instead, I watch as he leans over to dig for his wallet before grabbing a gold foil.
A condom.
“But…” I protest.
His cheeks turn red as he rips into the packet. “I know you haven’t, you know, but I have. And I always wear a condom.”
Again, hatred for all these other people who have gotten to enjoy this part of him races through me, and I have to shake my head to push the thoughts away.
“Okay,” I say instead.
I watch as he stretches it over his cock, his eyes fluttering slightly as he pulls it onto himself.
And then, ready, he reaches for my legs and pulls me to the edge.
I feel a zing of something go through me as he touches my inner thighs, then my wet center.
“Selene,” he whispers against my lips, “This might hurt a little. Please tell me if you want us to stop.”
I nod and then lift up to brush my lips to the corner of his mouth.
He lifts one of my legs then I feel his cock line up with my entrance.
When he nudges in a little, I freeze.
Maybe this is a bad idea after all.
“Liam,” I gasp.
His brow is furrowed in concentration. “Yeah.”
I stare into his eyes, looking for something, anything. “Do you think this is a mistake?”
His fingers trace my cheek and lips before pushing my bangs back. “Probably. But I want you. Do you want me? Do you want this?”
He is hovering over me, not moving an inch.
This should feel wrong, but in my bones, it feels right. I lied to him about not wanting this to be a fairytale.
I was waiting for the right person, and ever since he kissed me, he felt right.
He felt like mine.