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His voice is shaky and raspy, travelling straight down into the bottom of my belly. For the first time in years, urgency hits me, and I clench my thighs together in a failed attempt to ease some of the pressure there. But his naughty hand lowers down from my hip to my butt, groping me.

God, this is intense.

I haven’t felt this way since...

“Liam, I haven’t—”

“Shh,” he cuts me off. “Don’t worry. Just know that I would never hurt you. You know that, right?” I nod with closed eyes. If I look at him right now, I might just break down.

“Come here,” he mutters, lowering his hands to the back of my thighs and pulling me up into his hold. It forces me to wrap my legs around his waist and the moment my core presses against his erection, I gasp as my body sizzles with internal fireworks and blinding lights.

“I know,” he groans onto my neck. “I feel it, too.”

He starts walking, carrying me to his bedroom while kissing me. I only realise we’ve arrived when he starts lowering me to his bed, letting his own body fall on top of mine. Still, he is cautious enough to balance his body weight on his elbows, careful not to crush me.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his eyes peeking up at me through his thick lashes.

“Yes,” I answer, bringing his hands down to the hem of my blouse. “Please, don’t stop.”

I’m drunk on his touch, way too submerged in this sea of pleasure and unable to let go of it. For years, I had come to terms with the fact that I’d never feel anything like this again. No one could ever make me feel like this, and the hope that we’d meet again had left my body and soul long ago.

And yet here I am.Lost in him.

“I love you,” he repeats while taking my shirt off.

Right when I am about to tell him the same words back, his lips press to my chest—right over my heart—stopping me. He keeps going, lowering to my belly, and my self-awareness awakens.

Stretch marks. My hands grab him in a frail attempt to stop it, but he swats my hands away. “No,” he grumbles. “Don’t you dare do that. Not with me.” One kiss over my stomach. A second right next to my belly button, and it follows with light kisses peppered right over my lower belly, where most of the proof of my pregnancy lies. “You’re not to cover yourself from me. Not ever. You’re beautiful.”

His hands lower to my jeans, a mischievous grin on his face as he slowly unbuttons them. The way his fingers slowly and gently graze my skin is intoxicating.

“Oh my,” I moan as my fingers slip through his hair.

Then, he grabs the waistline and pulls it down, slowly and unbelievably seductively undressing me. In an instant, I’m on his bed, lying in just my underwear, completely exposed. Instead of feeling uncomfortable, I feel loved. Cherished.

Liam has never made me feel uncomfortable—and there’s no other way I can feel when he looks at me like he’s looking at the tastiest food on earth. Like I’m his whole world.

As he is mine.

To even us out, he starts undressing by taking his shirt off first. My eyes devour his body, watching as his muscles tense and relax with every movement. The slacks follow, leaving him only in his boxer briefs.

Lowering back down on top of me, he kisses my forehead, each eye, my nose and lastly my mouth, where he licks my bottom lip, as a way to ask for entrance.

In no time, we’re both panting messes as our tongues dance together. The intensity grows to the point that his hand lowers to my core, massaging my clit, and I start tugging at his boxers.

“Ahh, fuck,” he groans before taking off his boxers and pulling my panties down while I take off my bra.

The moment he presses against me again, I gasp into his mouth, the feeling of skin on skin overwhelming me even more. We’re completely glued together and fully naked, a mess of tangled limbs, grazing skin, and frenzied grinding.

Taking me by surprise, Liam rolls us over, so I’m straddling him. With one forearm pressed against my bum, he drags his body back against the headboard of the bed.

“I want you to be in control,” he mutters while leaning onto his side to open the bedside drawer.

When he straightens back up, there’s a condom in his hand. He looks me in the eye while tearing the foil open, attentively gauging my reaction. Is he afraid I’ll get scared and bolt? Or that I’ll start to panic?

Maybe I should, but at this moment, as I stare back into his eyes, I’m serene and sure about this decision. The respect, understanding, and trust he’s shown me, which he has also cultivated in me, is a huge part of this. It wouldn’t feel right with anyone else.

“You can choose if, when, and how. I want you to be sure–” I shut him up by kissing him harshly while grabbing his dick, slowly stroking it up and down.

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