Page 95 of All's Fair in Love and Magic

He fucked me slow.

I swore at him.

Threatened him.

Begged him.

He smacked my ass for that last one, and made me wait longer when it almost got me off. The man really wasn’t a fan of begging.

The sunset’s colors blended into a fire in front of me as Liam edged me over and over. He refused to let me come until the last sliver of red was gone, and the sun was entirely hidden by the ocean.

Finally, he fucked me hard.

His hand covered my mouth when I came with a scream. His snarl of release drowned out the muffled sound of my pleasure, and we were inside the bungalow before I even came down from the high.

Liam draped me over the ledge of the bed and pulled out, taking a step back.

“What are you doing?” I groaned, lifting my chin to my shoulder and trying to see him.

“Looking at you. Open your legs wider.”

I did what he wanted, and earned a noise of satisfaction that was pure, carnal pleasure.

I could feel our combined release dripping slowly down my inner thighs, so I was sure he could see that. Along with everything else. The t-shirt I’d stolen from him was up around my waist, so my entire lower half was on display.

“Like what you see?” I asked, though I knew the answer.

He stepped back up to me and smoothed his palms over my bare ass. “You have no idea how much.”

He lifted one of his hands, and spanked me lightly. A jolt of pleasure raced down my spine. “I’m not done with you, Clove.”

“You’d betterneverbe done with me.”

He smacked my ass again, a little harder. The sting made my lower half clench, and I ached to have him inside me again. “You know what I mean.”

“I don’t. Show me.”

His fingers dug into my ass as he drove into me hard.

There would be no taking it slow, this time.

He would take what he wanted and give me what I needed, hard and fast.

And fuck, I would love every minute of it.

Not just the sex—but our lives.

I had everything I could ever need, and so much more.

epilogue

LIAM—AT SOME POINT IN THE FUTURE

“Don’t make me fire you,”the sassy, four-year-old brunette threatened me, her palms facing me in warning.

“You would never—aghhh.” I feigned pain as her flames blazed over me, and collapsed to the sand like I was in agony. Her fire was a few degrees colder than mine, but I’d never tell her that. “You’ve killed me,” I rasped. “Tell your mom that I loved her.”

“Never!” She hit me with another blast of flames, and I closed my eyes, going limp.

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