Page 103 of Savage Temptation

I was already a messy pile of lust, and all the man had to do was kiss me.

My feet left the ground as Liam picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, pushing his already hard cock into me.

He took me to the couch, pulling off my top and bra before we had a chance to get there, almost ripping them off my body. His hard, warm chest grazed my nipples as he held me closer, my body morphing into his as if it belonged to it.

Liam laid on top of me, frantically and urgently kissing every part of my body while slipping off my pants and underwear, followed by his own. There was no playing tonight, there was a different urge to him, an obsessive need to be inside of me, like he had been dying of thirst and I was the oasis in his desert.

He buried himself deep inside me with one swift move, a pleasurable moan escaping my mouth as I adjusted to his thickness.

“I’m sorry.” Liam stopped, his chest heaving in heavy pants, his eyes shut as tight as they could go as he rested his forehead against mine.

“No, no. Don’t apologize. It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt.” There was pain, but the kind that mingled with pleasure in an ultimately blissful sensation.

After studying my face for honesty, Liam started moving slowly but vigorously, holding my knees up and wide while he hit every sensitive spot inside me. I heard myself moaning with every hard plunge, but there was nothing I could do to hold them back.

Hard kisses and bites covered my neck in goosebumps, intensifying every electrified feeling running through my body.

His big hand skimmed the side of my body, holding firmly on my ass as he increased his pace, ramming hard into me. This, him, everything about us was utter bliss.

Liam held me down, my knees an inch from touching my chest, while he watched his cock drive in and out of me in a frenzy, helping me ride on the most raw, primal, and intense high of my life.

“Oh God, Liam!” I moaned in a voice that didn’t sound like mine as what seemed like a ball of fire was about to explode inside me. I sunk my nails into his back, trying to bring him closer, needing just a little more friction on my clit before I came undone.

My back arched, my head fell back, and my eyes rolled as I hungrily met every thrust of his with my own.

One.

Two.

Three.

That was all it took. Three hard pumps and I was falling.

Liam’s warmth coated me inside, a loud groan rumbling from his chest with the last deep thrust before he stilled, deeply buried inside me.

His body fell heavily onto mine while my body still quaked beneath him in my own ecstasy.

Liam had his nose buried in the crook of my neck, inhaling my intensely aroused scent. I smelled like him, like our intimacy, like raw and possessive sex.

But it was more than that. It was heavy in emotion, drenched in a passion that came from a place of love.

“Fuck, Jamie. You have no idea how much I love you.” Liam confessed in a desperate exhale.

“Keep sending me those red roses every morning, and maybe one day I might believe you,” I joked, his body tensing at my words.

“What roses?” He asked, pulling back from my neck.

“The ones you’ve been leaving on my doorstep. Come on, don’t pretend you know nothing about it.”

“I don’t know anything about it.” He pulled out of me, looking straight at my face, waiting for me to elaborate, but there was nothing more I could say. I had thought they were from him. “I didn’t leave any roses on your doorstep, Jamie. Do these come with notes?”

“No, nothing. Just a red rose outside my door. I thought it was you.”

Liam paused for a moment too long, an uncomfortable silence settling in the air.

“You’re coming with me to Dea Tacita tomorrow after work.” Liam finally said in a clipped tone with no room for discussion.

“O-kay... Any specific reason?” I asked, finding the shift in subject strange.

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