I let out a soft curse when he pinched my clit lightly.
He was right.
I didn’t beg him.
We were equals.
I lifted my leg over his other thigh, lining him up where I wanted him before I sat down.
Slowly.
The blanket was a necessary annoyance, so I held it in place as I took him inside me.
A soft moan escaped me when I sat down on his lap completely, my ass on his thighs and my back to his chest.
“Quiet, Clove.” Liam’s voice was low in my ear. “You belong to me.”
“You belong to me too.”
His chest rumbled, and he grabbed my hip. “That’s right.”
I clenched my jaw to stop myself from gasping as he lifted me up and pulled me back down, taking me even deeper.
My hands went to his thighs as I fell forward a little, and he lifted my knees to rest on the couch cushions so I was kneeling over him instead of sitting.
Liam lifted me again—and pulled me down harder.
I nearly cried out in pleasure.
He stopped suddenly, his hands frozen on my body.
“What are you—” I started, but he shushed me.
A couple walked past our bungalow. They were so far in front of us that I couldn’t make out who they were, but they lifted their hands in greeting as they walked along the edge of the ocean, hand in hand.
Liam stroked my clit as I waved back, my jaw clenching harder.
He gritted his teeth. “You havegotto be quiet, Clove.”
“You love that I’m shitty at that,” I whispered back.
“Yeah, but if anyone else sees your face when you get off, I will fucking lose it.”
“I’ll do bett—shit.” I gasped out the curse as he lifted my ass again, slamming me down on his cock slow and rough.
His teeth skimmed my throat.
He drove into me again, and my body clenched around him. He went still, and stayed that way until I came down from the edge.
“You’re the worst,” I whispered.
“I know.”
He repeated the motion, and waited while I nearly came once again.
“I’m going to kill you, Steam.”
“Go ahead and try.”