Page 54 of Corrupted Pleasure
“My thighs are too thick,” I breathed. Garrett always slipped in remarks about my thick thighs.
“They are perfect,” he repeated. “When you straddled my face, your thighs offered heaven.”
The heat of his gaze seared through my skin. He hadn’t touched my core, but with his words and heated gaze, it was as if he had. Heat tugged in my lower stomach, and suddenly, I needed to close the small distance between us.
He was the only one that could ease this ache inside me.
So I rolled my hips, closing the space. A rumble sounded in his chest, as if he appreciated my body flush against his. His palms roamed every curve on my body, first my ass, back to my hips and then right back at my ass.
“And your fucking arse,” he rasped, suddenly his Irish accent coming to the surface. “Fucking perfect, so I can hold you when I fuck you. Deep and hard.”
A moan slipped through my lips at that image. I wanted him to do it. His palm slid lower down my ass, and then he slapped my ass cheek. Next he caressed the sting with his big, rough palms. He rubbed my ass, up and down.
My entire body was on fire. You’d think after the orgasm he’d delivered, I wouldn’t have energy for this. Fuck that! I had all the energy in the world. If the apocalypse or death came knocking at the door, I’d ignore them. Just to finish what we’d started.
This man was making me hotter than I’d ever been. Desperation and desire were eating away at me, clawing at my insides and demanding this pleasure.
“Please… “ I breathed. I wanted him so badly, I trembled. “Liam, please.”
My own hand slid down him and I cupped his erection. Jesus, he was big. Huge, if the heavy length under my fingers was any indication.
He drew in a rough breath, a rumble resounded in his chest, a growl on his lips, and his eyes blazed with fire as he stared down at me.
“I want it,” I begged. A hazy wave of lust swam in my veins and there was no stopping it.
He pulled my hand to one side and pressed his face into my neck, right below my ear.
“No going back once I have you,” he warned on a groan. His mouth traced the edge of my ear with his tongue and a shudder erupted beneath my skin. I was hot and cold, the combination making me delusional.
“Okay.” One word. Acceptance.
I should have known at that moment, I’d never be able to go back to before. There was no before or after Liam Brennan.
Only him.
CHAPTER22
Davina
Agrowl of satisfaction vibrated from his large body and straight to my core.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
I listened to his command, eager and hungry for this sensation only he had ever given me. Heat bloomed inside me and goosebumps ran down my arms.
His hands held me up as he walked us over to the couch. The breeze coming off the sea cooled my skin, but it did nothing to extinguish this fire burning in the pit of my stomach.
He sat down on the couch and I straddled his hips. He watched me through heavy eyelids as I ran my hands up his chest, then up his neck and into his thick dark hair. The moment my eyes landed on him three months ago, I became infatuated with him. Then the scene in the shower forever ingrained itself into my mind. Like a tattoo on my skin.
I undid the buttons on his shirt, my fingers shaking with urgency. I couldn’t wait to feel his skin. He pulled his shirt from his pants, eagerly assisting me. My hands traveled over his hot skin and the ache between my thighs increased with each second that passed.
I leaned in and pressed my lips to his skin, where his neck and shoulder met. It was my turn to mark him. I nipped, sucked and licked, then kissed, hoping I’d leave a mark on him as he had on me.
I ground on his erection, rocking my hips. Back and forth. He gripped the nape of my neck and yanked my head back. His deep blue eyes locked with mine as I continued riding his erection. Jesus, he wasn’t even inside of me and I felt my release building brighter and hotter.
I gasped, a needy whimper slipping through my lips. My breathing was harsh, each exhale higher in pitch.
“Stop,” he growled. “This time, I’ll be inside of you when you come.”
