Page 66 of Scarred King

“Liam,” my voice is shaky. “Set me free.” I shut my eyes tight. “My brain won’t accept you but my body cries out for your touch.”

He gently moves his hand over my face and pants. “Your brain will learn to accept me.” He leans over me carefully and kisses my neck, scattering little wet kisses all along. I groan and try to push him away from me. “Stop fighting me.” His breath caresses my shoulder and he pulls at the fabric covering my breasts, he catches my nipple between his teeth and starts sucking on it. His other hand is behind my neck, protecting it from the motorcycle’s dashboard. I moan again and feel him growing harder between my legs. I wrap my legs around his ass, I need to feel him closer. “Stop thinking so much. You have to understand that your brain won’t win this war,” he whispers. His hand is trailing down my body, his finger impatiently pushes my panties aside and then slips inside me. I moan out loud and move my hips together with his finger circling inside of me. “You’re perfect,” he murmurs and sits up, his finger still moving inside me. "Arrogant, annoying, yet so perfect." He pushes his hips towards me and then takes out his finger and pulls back. He puts the motorcycle stand down, throws his jacket on the floor and unbuttons his shirt. I sit up, flushed and unsatisfied. “I’m going to explode,” he says and combs his fingers through his hair.

I wiggle out of my dress and sit back on the motorcycle. “Come to me…” I pull him by his belt and unbuckle it. He kicks his shoes off and removes his pants and underwear. His enormous erection springs free proudly. I stroke it and he moans. I take it into my mouth and suck hungrily, he is howling like a wild animal.

“I want to grab your hair,” he puts both hands behind my neck.

I take my mouth off him. “No!” I cry out. He grimaces in frustration but doesn’t move his hands from my nape. His cock is back in my mouth and I lick and suck him. He throws his body backwards, pushing his hips towards me.

“Don’t move,” he orders suddenly and draws away. I look at him in confusion. “Don’t move,” he says again and goes inside the house. I spread my legs on the motorcycle, press my stomach against the warm black seat and wait for him impatiently. When he returns, he rolls a condom on and then leans over me and sits behind me. I am about to turn around, but he places his hand on my back, stretches my hands out to the sides and closes them around the handlebars. “I didn’t think there was something that could make me love this bike even more, but now I’m looking at a work of art.” His voice is hoarse with desire. He tears my panties off, lifts my hips and enters me forcefully. I let a shout out and he stands up, bringing my hips up with him. My knees are clinging to the seat and he penetrates me slowly and strokes my ass. His other hand slides over my back. I am moaning as I hang on to the handlebars.

“Is your brain still fighting?” he asks quietly.

“My brain is paralyzed,” I whisper back.

“Let’s make sure it doesn’t bother us.” He grabs my hips and thrusts into me again and again. Our erotic position is insanely arousing, and I throw my head back and moan. He is pumping hard and fast, and I'm frustrated by his complete control over my body and how it reacts. His hand lets go of my hips and it wanders over to my clitoris. “Wow…” I mumble and moan.

“Does it feel good?” he asks and moans.

“Yes… don’t stop,” I beg, and he brings his hand up to my mouth. After I lick it, he moves it back to my burning clit. He pushes into me again and stops.

“Ready?” he asks hoarsely.

“Ready for what?” I pant.

“For this.” He revs the motorcycle and my body jerks forward, supported by the hand holding on to me. The sound of the engine is deafening, and the black bike vibrates underneath me. Liam withdraws and then enters me again and again, harder and harder. I flatten my body against the seat and feel the vibrations in my knees and inside me and then I shout loud and shatter into tiny pieces as I collapse on the dashboard.

“I wasn’t ready for that,” I pant. “Give me a minute to recover…”

He pulls out of me, turns off the engine and gets off the motorcycle, pulling me to him and lifting me up. I wrap my legs around him, as he carries me into the house.

“It’s about time we christen the fucking bed.” He kisses me and climbs the stairs holding me. He throws me on the bed, and I stretch my arms out to my sides, inviting him to join me.

“What am I doing with you?” I ask as he spreads my legs and climbs on top of me.

“Is your brain trying to interfere again?” he smiles and kisses me hard. He props himself up on his elbows, takes the bottle of alcohol off the dresser pulls the cap off with his teeth and takes a long swallow. He then raises my head and pours some down my throat. I take a small sip, shake my head, and he moves the bottle.

“More,” I ask, and he brings it to my mouth again. This time I take a long swig and then another, I press my mouth to his and swallow it together with him. “The brain is dead,” I announce as I place my hands on his cheeks, softly caressing the deep scars, and I kiss him hard. He opens my legs to the sides and pushes himself inside me, leaning on his elbows and watching me intently as he thrusts again and again. He pumps harder and we're both moaning, me quietly and him aloud. He flips me onto my stomach and enters me again. After a few minutes, he lies on his back and pulls me into a sitting position on top of him. He caresses my breasts and then picks me up and turns me around to sit with my back to him. He lifts my hips up and then brings them down again hard, filling me up. I'm holding on to his thighs and clench each time he pulls my ass to him. “Perfect,” he pulls me towards him and sits up. The pressure inside me is building and he licks his finger and pushes it between my legs. I no longer feel the pressure, just a divine burning sensation that is racking my entire body. With his next thrust I throw my head back and explode with an intense orgasm. A second later his knees start to shake and he lets out a growl as he comes inside me. When I feel his shaking subside, I release him and lie down with my back on him. He strokes my stomach and my breasts and then rolls me onto my stomach and throws the condom in the trash.

“I’ve never had sex like that before,” I murmur contentedly. I get up slowly and walk to the window to look outside. The yard is dark, only the lights by the pool are shining. “Such animalistic passion,” I try to explain, and he gets up and stands behind me.

“That was nothing.” He kisses me on the nape, and I shiver. “The minute your brain accepts the fact that you’re mine, you’ll understand the depths of my passion for you.” He kisses my neck again and my body heats up.

“Right now, my brain is not functioning,” I giggle and push him back. “And now all I want to do is jump into the cool water of the pool.” I run out of the room and hear his steps behind me.

“Elena, wait!” he calls.

I ignore him, open the French windows in the living room, still running. I stand at the edge of the pool and dive in.

“You just gave my bodyguards a great show,” he says angrily. He is standing naked before me and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Don’t be so serious.” I splash water at him and dive. The water around me churns as his hands grasp me and pull me into a standing position. He has me pinned against the side of the pool and he’s kissing me passionately, the cold water not cooling his desire. “Who else but you could make me go to war?” He kisses me again and looks troubled. He strokes my cheek and gets out of the pool. I watch him as he wraps himself in a towel and walks inside the house.

He returns, holding a bottle of alcohol and sits down on a reclining chair, takes a swig from the bottle and looks at me in a way no one has ever looked at me before. My heart starts pounding fast, and I feel that I can't look away from that powerful cat-like stare.

He moves his thumb over his bottom lip. “Come sit by me,” he requests. I swim to the steps and he meets me there, with a bathrobe in his hands. I wrap myself up in the robe and sit between his legs, take a sip from the alcohol and return the bottle to him.

“Liam, what exactly does it mean when you say that there’s a war out there?” I ask and lean back on his chest.

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