Page 93 of A Simple Reminder

My teeth grit, my entire body shaking with restraint. “Sunshine…” My lips brush her jaw, my voice barely human. “You have no idea.”

Then I move. A slow, deliberate pull before I push back in, deeper this time, sinking into her. Her body reacts instantly, her legs tightening even more around me, her nails pressing into my back, a broken moan slipping from her lips that sends heat racing through my blood. Fuck. The way she feels—tight, wet, perfect—it’s enough to drive a man insane.

I shift slightly, tilting her hips to find a deeper angle, and the way her head falls back, the way her lips part with a breathless gasp, makes me feel like a king. The sound she makes is pure heaven.

“Eyes on me,” I whisper, brushing a strand of hair from her face and cradling her cheek in my palm. My voice is raw, my heart exposed. “Stay with me, Sophie. Right here. Just me and you.”

Her eyes flutter open, locking onto mine, and what I see there makes my pulse thunder. It’s not just desire—it’s something deeper. A pull. A claim. Something that feels like forever.

Her body arches beneath me, her back lifting off the bed as I move deeper, savoring the heat that surrounds me. The sensation is overwhelming. A low groan rumbles from my chest, unrestrained, and her answering moan only fuels the fire coursing through me.

I set a deliberate rhythm. Every thrust is measured, controlled—but the way she gasps, the way her nails bite into my skin, tests the last of my restraint. It’ll leave a mark. I want it to. A reminder of this. Of us.

The sound of us—skin meeting skin, the soft, breathy noises she makes with every movement—drives me insane. It’s primal, a symphony of everything we are together. Our bodies slide against each other, slick with sweat, the heat between us building like an unstoppable force.

“Liam,” she exhales, broken, wrecked, like she doesn’t know if she’s begging or surrendering.

“I know, baby, I know.” I shift slightly, lifting her leg higher to open her up to me, angling just right to hit the spot that makes her cry out. The sound of her pleasure sends a jolt of satisfaction through me, my body tightening, my control slipping.

“You feel so fucking good,” I murmur, my voice thick with need. One hand grips her hip, holding her exactly where I want her, while the other slides between us, seeking out the spot that’ll break her completely.

I find her clit, rolling it under my thumb, slow at first—teasing, dragging it out, making her desperate.

She jolts, her hips stuttering against mine, a strangled moan slipping from her lips.

She’s close. So fucking close.

I feel it in the way her body grips me, in the way she claws at my back, her breath coming in ragged little gasps. Like she can’t handle it, like it’s too much—but she doesn’t want me to stop.

“You gonna come for me again, baby?” My voice is rough, unrelenting, my pace turning merciless. “Gonna let me feel it?”

Her head tilts back, exposing the delicate curve of her throat, and I take my chance. I lower my mouth to her pulse, licking over it before sucking deep, dragging a soft cry from her lips.

“That’s it,” I breathe against her flushed skin, “give it to me, Sophie.”

I press my thumb harder against her clit, flicking it in time with every deep, punishing thrust, driving her closer, closer—until she’s crying out my name, her voice breaking as her body trembles beneath me.

Fuck.

She shatters, her body clenching around me, pulling me deeper, and feeling her come like this, because of me, with me—nearly destroys me.

A guttural moan tears from my throat as I bury myself inside her one last time, my own release crashing over me like a tidal wave, leaving me shaking, and completely undone.

For a moment, neither of us moves, our breaths mingling, our bodies still tangled together. I brush a strand of hair from her face, pressing a soft kiss to her temple as the aftershocks ripple through us both.

She smiles, her eyes heavy-lidded, glowing with a softness that makes my chest ache. “Where have you been hiding this?” she murmurs, her head landing on my chest, her fingers idly tracing patterns over my skin.

I chuckle, the sound low and content, brushing my lips against the top of her head. “You didn’t like the other times?”

Her laugh is soft, her breath warm against my chest. “This was different.”

“I know,” I say, my hand running lazily up and down her spine. “I felt it too.” I tilt her face toward mine and press a kiss to her lips. Every inch of me feels spent, yet somehow alive in a way I can’t describe, as if she’s filled every hollow part of me just by being here.

She sighs, nestling closer, her voice muffled against my skin. “We’re going to be late for work.”

“Fuck work,” I mutter, my hand slipping into her hair, tugging lightly to pull her gaze back to mine.

She slaps my chest, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. “Liam!”

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