Page 13 of Whispers and Warriors
“I love you, Emma,” Liam whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “More than anything in this world or the next.”
Emma’s breath caught in her throat. “I love you too, Liam. With every beat of my heart.”
Their lips met again, this time with a hunger that threatened to consume them both.
She pulled back, breathless and flushed, letting her eyes gaze into his, finding in them a reflection of her own desire and longing. “I want to feel safe,” she whispered, her voice barelyaudible over the pounding of her heart. “I need to feel your skin against mine, to know that this is real.”
Liam’s eyes darkened with understanding, and he nodded, his hands already moving to the hem of her shirt. With reverent care, he stripped away her clothing, piece by piece, exposing her to his heated gaze. Emma shivered under his touch, her skin prickling with anticipation as she sank to her knees before him.
The worries of the outside world faded into the background, leaving her alone with Liam and the promise of his touch.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the button of his pants, undoing it with deliberate slowness. Liam’s gaze was like a lifesaver, heavy with desire, as she tugged his pants down his muscular legs. His cock came free, pushing through the hole in his boxers with its heavy length. Emma didn’t need to undress him further, even if she wanted to run her hands over the taut skin of his chest.
Without hesitation, Emma leaned forward and let her mouth slide slowly down his erection. She savored the rich, salty taste of his precum on her tongue, reveling in the weight of his dick as she began to move her head with purpose. Her lips and tongue worked in tandem, skillfully sucking and licking every inch of him with unrestrained abandon. Above her, Liam groaned deeply, his fingers gripping tightly onto strands of her hair as he fought to stay still and let her devour him.
Emma lost herself in the act of pleasuring him and the control it brought her in an otherwise uncontrollable life. In this moment, she was in control, able to bring Liam to the brink of ecstasy with her mouth alone. The knowledge sent a thrill through her, stoking the flames of her desire until it threatened to consume her entirely and she reached out, cupping his balls in her hands and massaging them as she fucked him.
Liam’s deep groans echoed above her, his fingers tangling in her hair as he fought to maintain control under her skillful caresses. Control she fully intended to take from him.
Just as Liam’s hips began to thrust, he gently pulled her back, his hand stuck in her hair as he held her there. His chest heaved with ragged breaths as he looked around the room, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.
“Emma, I’m sorry,” he said softly, cupping her face with his hand. “This isn’t what I had planned when I told you it would be okay but if I don’t get inside you, I’m going to be very upset at where I come.”
Emma was beyond words, her body thrumming with need. She rose to her feet, her eyes never leaving his, and took his hand so she could push him onto the small sofa. He sat, his erection bobbing from the motion. She striped her jeans and underwear off, discarding them as best as she could around her ankles. Before he could protest, she straddled his lap, positioning herself above him. She rolled her hips, relishing in the brush of his head against her core.
“This. This is exactly what I want,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. “I want to feel you, Liam.”
When he didn’t protest, she took his cock in her and guided it to her, sinking down onto him with a gasp as he filled her completely. He wasn’t the biggest of the five, but he was the widest and she loved having one-on-one time with him.
There was a small snarl before Liam’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he helped guide her movements. They found a rhythm together, their bodies moving in perfect synchronicity as they chased their mutual pleasure.
The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking—the slap of skin against skin, the ragged breaths, the moans of ecstasy. Emma rode Liam with wild abandon, her head thrown back in bliss as she gave herself over to the sensations coursingthrough her body. Every time she lifted off him, she sank down slowly, driving herself to wit’s end.
Liam’s hands roamed her body, caressing every curve, every dip and swell, as if committing her to memory. His touch was electric, igniting sparks wherever his fingers grazed her skin. The coil of pleasure built within her, tightening with each thrust, each whispered word of praise and adoration.
As they moved together, Emma lost herself in the feel of Liam inside her, surrounding her with his arms, and in the pure pleasure that teased just at the edges of her reach. In this stolen pocket of time, the world outside ceased to exist. There were only the two of them, their bodies joined, their hearts beating as one.
“Fuck,” he groaned and rolled her underneath him in such a swift moment there was no change of their joined bodies. “Emma,” he groaned as he took control, and she let him, her eyes sliding shut as he slammed in and out of her body with a reckless abandon she hadn’t experienced with him before.
The coil within her tightened as she teetered on the brink of release. She dug her nails into his back, urging him on as they both chased their mutual pleasure.
With one final thrust, they both reached their climax together, their cry merging into one as they rode out their orgasms. Liam collapsed onto the bed, barely catching himself above her, leaving them in a tangle of limbs, trying to catch their breaths.
When his breathing slowed, he rolled off of Emma but stayed close to her side, his hand resting possessively on her hip.
There were no fears or no doubts now, just a profound sense of fulfillment. In Liam’s arms, she found not only passion and pleasure but a deep, abiding sense of completeness that transcended the physical.
Emma’s fingers traced lazy patterns on Liam’s chest as she reflected on the unique bond they shared. When they were together, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a cocoon of intimacy and trust.
She marveled at the way her heart swelled with love and contentment, even in the midst of the chaos and uncertainty that surrounded them. With Liam, she knew she was seen, cherished, and understood in a way that defied explanation. It was as if their souls had recognized each other, two halves of a whole that had finally been reunited.
Only, it wasn’t just two halves. It was six.
Each man brought something different to their unconventional family, a distinct piece of the puzzle that, when combined, created the fullest sense of who she was meant to be. And when separate, created a connection Emma thrived on in ways that worked beyond what they had as a group.
Chris, with his quiet intensity and unwavering loyalty. Alex, whose quick wit and mischievous smile never failed to lift her spirits. Bash, a gentle giant whose tender heart belied his imposing stature. And William, whose fiery passion and fierce protectiveness ignited a flame within her very soul. He’d been the one to take her kidnapping the hardest, and she still wondered if he’d forgiven himself.
In their arms, Emma found not only physical satisfaction but emotional fulfillment that nourished her spirit and gave her the strength to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
