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He started to withdraw, but she tightened her grip on him, pulling him closer and whispering, “Don’t leave me.”
CHAPTER15
Nylah’s words rippled through Liam like little bursts of fire. Blood roared between his ears, so loud that the world deafened around him.
He lifted his mouth from hers, drowning in her ice-blue eyes. The way she looked at him like he was all she saw… He grazed a thumb over her bottom lip. “Never.”
Her eyes darkened, her heated breath brushing his flesh. She swallowed and skirted her fingers through his hair. Slowly, he lowered his head once more, taking her mouth and kissing her. Losing himself in her.
He lowered his hands to her ass and lifted her into him, loving the way she curled around his body, so perfect it was as if she’d been made for his arms.
Her hands smoothed over his chest and shoulders as if she was memorizing every inch of him, as he was memorizing her. Because he wanted this woman carved into his thoughts so deep that even when she wasn’t with him, she still was.
He turned and carried her out of the library, up the stairs, never separating their lips. Never letting an inch of space between them.
When he reached his room, he gently laid her on the bed, following her down, his body covering hers. Then he kissed her cheek. Her neck. When he reached her chest, he tugged the hem of her shirt up, pressing a kiss to her stomach. His mouth trailed up, the material of her shirt leading. When he reached her bra, he wrapped his mouth around her nipple through the delicate material and sucked.
Nylah whimpered beneath him, her back arching.
He continued to tug and graze her hard peak as he pulled her shirt over her head. Then his hands slipped behind her and undid the clasp of her bra. When her breasts sprang free, his gut tightened. The pink buds teased him. Tormented.
So fucking gorgeous. All of her.
Holding her breasts while taking a bare nipple in his mouth, he swirled the peak with his tongue.
Nylah writhed and groaned, her feminine whispers slipping through the room, rolling over his flesh. Her hands tugged at the strands of his hair as if she was desperate.
He ran his tongue over her bud, flicking it back and forth, becoming lost in every little sound she made. When he switched his mouth to her other breast, he was rewarded by more of those sounds. By the tumble of quick breaths sawing through her chest.
Without lifting his head, he reached down, undid the button of her jeans with one hand, and slipped his fingers inside her panties. Her moans stopped on a gasp. Her body grew so still, he was certain she wasn’t breathing.
Then he swiped a finger across her clit.
Her cry whipped through the air, loud and high-pitched. He did it again. Her body trembled beneath him. Her thighs widened, giving him room, asking for more.
“Liam…” Her voice was barely a whisper now as she pulled his mouth back to hers. “I need to feel you.”
She grabbed at his shirt and yanked it over his head. When she grasped the button of his jeans, he moaned. Then she slid inside and wrapped her fingers around him.
Every limb in his body stilled, the veins in his neck pulsing. Because this woman touching him…fuck, it almost pushed him right over the edge.
With her other hand, she cupped the back of his neck, brought his mouth back to her, and kissed him, her tongue slipping to tangle with his own.
As her fingers moved over his cock, his muscles bunched, the little tendrils of sanity that remained starting to disintegrate.
When he couldn’t take it anymore, he grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the mattress, then he was kissing her with a new force. Devouring her like the kiss could chase away every demon. Every shadow that had ever haunted him.
“Tell me you need this as much as I do,” he growled, the words barely distinguishable.
“More…I need it more!”
Not a fucking chance that was true. Still, he let her words beat into his chest, touch every corner and crevice that existed. Then he rolled to the side and removed his jeans and briefs before tugging her jeans and panties down her thighs, his eyes never leaving hers.
He was chained to her. Two souls meant to find each other.
He leaned over to his side table and grabbed a condom out of the drawer. She watched as he sheathed himself, her breaths shortening with every passing second, her heart drumming faster.
Slowly, he returned to her. She widened her thighs, welcoming him between them. His body burned to push inside the woman. Take her fast and hard.
