Page 12 of Wolf Chosen

But Liam...Liam is different. Every cell in my body reaches for him, seeking out the solace and pleasure his embrace promises.

Perhaps it's because, for so long, I've been plagued by an ingrained exhaustion that left no room for anything beyond existing, for feeling anything more than the relentless march toward oblivion. Even in the wake of that strange, vivid dream, a vitality I'd forgotten hums through my veins.

When his mouth slants over mine, I don't fight it, can't even fathom mustering the willpower to pull away. I surrender to the searing heat of his kiss, losing myself in the velvet glide of his lips and the heady sweep of his tongue.

He angles his head, deepening the kiss until every nerve ending blazes with an inferno of pure want. My fingers twist in the soft fabric of his shirt, clinging to him as desire and searing arousal crash over me.

It's intense, so all-consuming, that I can't help but wonder if I'm somehow experiencing his desire as well as my own because this yearning, this ache, that has me trembling in his arms feels too vast, too infinite to be contained within the confines of a single body.

Even as the thought surfaces, even as confusion laces through the haze of need, Liam is pulling back with a ragged gasp. His eyes blaze with naked longing, with a palpable strain.

His hands are shaking where they cup my face, his touch achingly gentle despite the undercurrent of barely restrained hunger thrumming between us. When he finally finds his voice, the words are little more than a low, guttural rasp. “I want you, Taylor. More than I've ever wanted anything in this life or the next. Will you... will you make love with me?”

The request hangs there, heavy with promise and simmering with the same scorching undercurrent that had laced his kiss. There's no demand, no expectation. Only an earnest plea and the certainty that he would never force himself upon me, no matter how much his body craves mine.

“This is your decision. Fully, but Goddess I want you. I…I need you, Taylor,” he rasps.

Despite the voice of self-preservation still whispering at the back of my mind, despite the litany of reasons I shouldn’t do this... I…I can't. I…won’t.

I can't deny the burning need incinerating me, the aching throb of desire that pulses through me at the thought of being intimate with him, even if it's just this one time. I don't question why he wants me so badly when my body is withering away before his eyes. I'm consumed by the memory of his passionate kiss, by the undeniable evidence of his arousal grinding against me.

He's a grown man who has outright told me what he wants, giving me the choice without dressing it up in flowery language. He knows I'm sick and will not recover, yet he still craves me with an urgency matching my own, despite how fleeting this could be. There’s something about me he finds desirable. Why am I even questioning that? We’re both adults, able to make our own decisions. If he desires me, then who am I to deny him that right?

The last few months have been about dying. About settling my life for my premature end.

I’m not dead yet. Why shouldn’t I actually live for a few hours while it’s still an option?

“Yes please, Liam. I want to make love with you.” Maybe it's selfish. Maybe I'll regret it when the haze of lust clears, but in this moment, with the promise of his touch setting my soul on fire, I can't bring myself to care about anything except satisfying this consuming hunger.

I'll burn these memories into my mind, savoring every caress until they're all I have left when the world fades away. I'll let them sustain me through the darkest nights, through the agonizing inevitability I can't outrun forever.

Until my last breath, I'll remember what it feels like to be alive in his arms.

His guttural groan vibrates against my lips as he gathers me against him. Then he's lifting me, cradling me as his mouth slants over mine in a searing kiss that has me arching with a desperate whimper.

I'm vaguely aware of him carrying me down the hall, the dull thud as he shoulders open my door and kicks it closed behind us, but it all fades away as we tumble onto the plush mattress and I finally surrender to the raging desire between us.

This is madness, I know. A feverish delusion that can only lead to heartbreak.

But with Liam's weight settling over me, his hands and lips mapping every inch of my body, I can't think about anything except quenching this desperate thirst for him before my end.

Liam's hands slide under the hem of my shirt, his fingers skimming over the sensitive skin of my stomach. “Can I take this off?” he murmurs, his voice low and rough with desire.

I nod, helping him lift the garment over my head and tossing it aside with shaking hands. Then his lips blaze a trail down the column of my throat, his mouth hot and urgent as he finds my aching nipple through the thin lace of my bra.

“Please,” I gasp, arching into his touch with a desperate whimper. “Take it off, I need to feel you...”

He complies with a low growl, unclasping the hooks and sliding the straps down my arms until I'm bare before him. Then he suckles my breast into the wet heat of his mouth, his hand kneading and massaging the other globe until I writhe beneath him in mindless pleasure.

As Liam's mouth blazes a fiery trail over my skin, something strange and exhilarating blossoms between us. Every touch, every kiss is magnified with each passing second. Pleasure ricochets between us in an endless feedback loop until I'm drowning in sensation.

It’s too much. Not enough. Need more.

I gasp as his teeth graze my nipple, the sharp sting immediately soothed by the hot swirl of his tongue but beneath the physical sensations, there's something else. A pulsing, electric current flows from his body into mine, carrying with it a storm of emotions.

Desire, hot and urgent, licks through my veins. Powerful. Consuming. I imagine it's not just my own arousal I'm feeling. It's his, too, a raging inferno of lust and longing that threatens to incinerate us both. I can feel the way it burns through him.

Beneath that scorching need, there's something else… a sense of awe, of disbelief, as if he can't quite believe this is really happening. It's as if he's been waiting for this moment, longing for it with every fiber of his being, and now that it's finally here, he's overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of it all.

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