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After an initial hiss upon my sudden touch, he chuckles, kissing me back. After a few moments, he stops my hand to put the rubber on. Then he gropes my ass, bringing me closer to him again, manoeuvring my hips to grind on him.

I moan at the feeling, snaking my arms around his neck as he buries his head in my neck.

“You feel so good already,” he groans. “I don’t know how the hell I managed this long without you.” I lift my hips a little, aligning with his shaft. “I can’t live without you.”

As those words find a home in my heart, making it flutter, I start lowering myself slowly. It’s agonising and divine at the same time. The both of us moan loudly as he enters me.

Finally, the intrusion is welcomed. Warmth spreads through my veins as we tightly hold onto each other.

My heart is bursting with love and happiness. I feel full, not only physically but also emotionally. Never before have I felt this connected to someone, in every way possible.

“Oh, Liam.” I still my movements for a few seconds, allowing both of our bodies to get reacquainted with each other.

“I know, baby. I know.” His hold on me squeezes for a moment, and it’s then that I understand…This intensity, these overflowing feelings will never lessen.

This is it for me.I start to move again, keeping a slow pace. Up and down. With my hands on his shoulders, I open my eyes to look at him. Our eyes meet, and the amount of electricity and emotion coursing through both of us is too much.

With one hand on my hip and the other at the base of my neck, we focus on each other, taking and giving whatever we can to prolong this moment. We’re being loud—I know we are, but right here and now, nothing else matters.

“I...love...you,” he mumbles between his shallow breaths.

I say it back, leaving no space for questions or doubts. Though, it becomes hard to stay anything else as the crippling emotions take over. My brain shuts down, allowing the organ in the middle of my chest to take over the wheel.

I let go, fully giving in to my love and desire for him as my pace quickens and so do our sounds. They become frantic, messy, and stunted.

“Lo, I won’t be able to hold–” I cut him off with a kiss.I knowbecause I’m not lasting either.

The exact moment our tongues touch and his hand squeezes my bum, shivers run up my spine, spreading this strong tingling sensation through my body. My gut squeezes as does my core, forcing an orgasmic moan out of me.

Liam’s body trembles underneath mine, followed by a loud growl that he tries to muffle by burying his head in my neck. He thrusts up harshly a few times before finally stilling underneath me, his body slowly relaxing.

Losing all of the strength in my body, I let my full weight fall onto him, and he squeezes me against him, sliding us down and covering us with the sheets.

We stay quiet, lying down in his bed, holding each other. The only sounds filling the bedroom are our harsh breaths, still recovering from the exertion of the act, and the light ticking of a watch close by.

As I slowly come back down from the high, thoughts start to invade my brain. It’s been even better than I remembered, and it’s robbed me of words. Completely.

“God, was it ever like this before? I don’t remember it being this intense.” He sighs against my hair while his fingers keep running up and down my back.

“I agree,” I mutter. “It’s different now. So much better. I—” I clear my throat before continuing, “I never thought I could do this again in my entire life and enjoy it. I–”

Liam’s thumb and index grip my chin, cutting me off. He tilts it up, gently beckoning me to look up at him.

“I am honoured you chose me,” he whispers, pecking my lips.

“There’s no one else in this universe I could do any of this with. I’ve realised that now.”

He grins, kissing me again.

After a few minutes, he begrudgingly stands up to dispose of the condom, coming back to bed immediately after and diving under the sheets. He tangles his body with mine, cuddling me.

We talk for hours, catching up with everything that has happened through the years we’ve been apart. I tell him about Dylan; all of the funny stories and all of his firsts, promising to show all of the pictures and videos I’ve taken so far. He confesses how diving into school after I left was his saving grace, allowing him to graduate one year early. The guilt tries to eat away at me at his confession, but he quickly snaps me out of it with kisses and tickles.

We talk until my eyes feel heavy and start to close on their own accord. The Sandman finally sprinkles some of his magic dust, lulling me into dreamland after one entire week of nightmares. And while Liam’s body warmth keeps me safe, right before sleep takes over, I still faintly hear the words he mutters in my ear, “I love you, Willow. I never stopped.”

FORTY-ONE

Liam

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