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“Beg.”

“I will not. I’ll finish myself off,” Hannah reached between her legs but I smacked her hand away.

“Brats don’t get to come unless they beg,” I said as she whined.

With a slow and deep thrust she moaned in frustration, “Beg, beautiful. Beg me to let you come so hard you see stars.”

Another slow and deep thrust and I heard her breathing falter. Removing one hand from her hip, I slid it up her spine and into her hair. Gripping it tight at the back of her head, I pulled her up to kneel, her back to my front. Sliding my other hand back to her clit, I applied pressure. Looking over her shoulder, down the front of her, I watched as her chest rose and fell.

“Do you want to come, beautiful?” I whispered in her ear and watched as goosebumps slid over her skin.

“Yes.” Her voice was breathless and needy.

“Then beg.”

Like she was trying to fight it, she paused but eventually whimpered, “Please, Liam. Please let me come.”

I smiled wide, “That’s my good girl.”

I pushed her down and flipped her over, thrusting back into her hard. She arched her back and squeezed her eyes shut.

“Ah, ah, eyes on me, beautiful. I want to see you fall apart.”

Her eyes snapped open and she looked at me as I rolled my hips, grinding my pelvis against her swollen bundle of nerves. I thrust into her deep. Her legs came up and wrapped around my hips as I watched her breathing increase and her body tensed. She was about to fall, and so was I. I wanted to fall over the edge with her and then I wanted to do it all again.

I felt tensing at the bottom of my spine and my balls tightened as I neared my own release.

“You’re mine, Hannah. Every orgasm. Every shiver. Every aftershock belongs to me. Say it Hannah. You are fucking mine.”

Thrusting harder, her eyes went wide as she looked at me, “Say it, Hannah.”

“I’m yours, Liam.”

“Come for me,” I commanded, and she did.

“Liam!” She moaned loudly and I slammed my lips against hers. Her walls pulsed and on the next thrust my own orgasm ripped through me and coated her beautiful cunt with my release. Exactly how it should be. Slowly, I rocked against her, extending her release and my own. Her arms wrapped around me as she kissed me through each wave of her orgasm.

So much time had been wasted in trying to protect her and it felt like my chest was cracking wide open to invite her in. She was safe here in my arms and I would never let her go again. I would fight through anything and everything for her and with her. I refused to allow anything to separate us again.

“I mean it Hannah, you’re mine.” I looked into those emerald green eyes I’d lived so long without.

She looked at me, her eyes flicking between the two, “I mean it, Liam. I’m yours.”

This time I kissed her softly, taking my time with her mouth. Exploring it. Claiming it. I’d lost too many kisses in our time apart and I had a lot to make up for. With Hannah it was about action. It was not enough to tell her, I had to show her all the ways I loved her and needed her.

Rolling off her, I pulled her close and buried my face into her hair. I held her like this for a while till she left the bed to use the bathroom. When she exited, I tossed her one of my shirts, then I stepped into a pair of sweatpants. She put on the shirt and it fell to the top of her thighs. I loved every change in her body and I couldn't wait to leave more marks on her. But first, she needed to hydrate to keep up her strength. I took her hand in mine and led her to the kitchen where I guided her to sit on a stool.

Handing her a glass bottle of water from the fridge, I admired the freshly fucked glow on her skin. I wanted her like this at all times. Clothed in me. Smelling like me. Fucked by me.

Her eyebrows pinched in confusion at how I was staring at her, "What?"

Shaking my head, I knelt in front of her and pushed my shirt up to reveal the tattoo on her inner thigh, “You just look absolutely stunning right now. When did you get this?” I ran my hand over the tattoo, inspecting the orchids on her inner thigh as they traveled up to her hip, then I felt it, “Is that a fucking scar?”

She bit her lip but didn’t answer right away. My fingers ran over the four inch scar that would have barely missed her femoral artery.

“Chad threatened to kill me that night after he was done with me. He was afraid I'd report him and even though he used a condom to keep evidence to a minimum, he wanted me to be too afraid to report him. Ashley found me and begged me to go to the hospital. I refused and she stitched me up,” she finally revealed.

“He tried to kill you,” I whispered low as a rage so dangerous rolled through my body.

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