Page 14 of Stronger Than Love

His lips moved on mine, reminding me who I was with, his hands softly stroking me until my body softened beneath his, accepting him completely. Liam pulled my legs further around his waist until I was wrapped around him fully. I stared into his eyes as his hands braced him on either side of my head. Slowly his hips eased back and then forward in a small, experimental thrust. My nails dug into his shoulders. Never once did our gazes move from each other.

Liam gently rocked into me, his cock slowly moving until I began to find the rhythm of our dance, my hips undulating against his. We writhed together, my hands sliding down the muscles of his shoulders to the bottom of his back. His thrusts were small at the start, but as we found our rhythm, they became deeper, his length sliding against my walls in a new sensation that made pleasure build deep in my stomach.

Our lips met in a kiss with scorching intensity. I was drowning in a sea of sensation and the only source of air was the breath in Liam’s mouth. Perspiration coated our bodies, and the rock-hard muscles of his chest massaged my tender breasts as we moved as one.

Tension built inside me, and my hands made their way to his ass, pulling Liam further inside me at the end of every deep, penetrating thrust. He ground his pelvic bones against mine, and I gasped at the sensation it created on my clitoris, making my spine arch so that my body stretched along thelength of his.

We couldn’t kiss anymore because we could barely breathe, only pant, as Liam’s forehead pressed against mine. The friction against a sensitive spot sent pulses that added to a building pressure. Another deep thrust and I spun out of control, my body rigid, pleasure cascading in waves through my muscles.

“Liam!” I screamed his name as my body convulsed around his cock, my nails digging into his back to try and anchor me in this storm.

He lasted a few more deep thrusts before his cock swelled inside me. His length pulsed as I was filled with warmth, and then his body went rigid on top of mine. His eyes rolled back in his head and the groan that emerged made me cling to him because no matter what, Liam belonged only to me.

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Chapter Seven

Oonagh

The kitchen was filled with party paraphernalia. Mum appeared to have ordered half of a party catalogue. Banners, balloons, napkins with mine and Niall’s names on them, party treats in small glass jars with quirky messages on them… What the hell had she ordered?

I closed the latest box I was hunting through as Niall came through the door.

“Have you seen all this?” I demanded.

He opened the lid of the box closest to him, his eyebrows raising when he was met with the party accessories from hell. “Are you getting married?” he asked, lifting one of the jars with sweets in it out to examine.

“You’re the one with the date,” I pointed out, winking at him.

His brow wrinkled and he replaced the jar in the box and closed it over. “I took a walk through the village this morning. Everything seems to have changed. Liam’s old house is a coffee shop now. It sounds strange, but I envisaged him living in the same house he always had.”

To cover my turbulent emotions, I filled the kettle, the noise of the water pouring stopping Niall from talking. We were all adults now, living our own lives with our ownhomes, so why had I imagined Liam there as well? Where did he live?

I barely slept last night, his words replaying over and over again in my head. He’d walked away from me, and yet, for the first time in ten years, I felt like the monster who’d broken his heart instead of the other way around.

Maybe you should have checked your facts before you decided to accuse an innocent man...

I’d known Liam since we were five years old. He became my brother’s best friend in the world when we were twelve. He was the villain in my love story, but he’d never been a liar. Until that day he disappeared, he’d been the best person I knew.

“Earth to Oonagh, come in, Oonagh.” I blinked when Niall waved his hand in front of my eyes.

“Sorry, what?” I asked, trailing fingers through my hair, exhaustion sinking into my bones.

“I asked if you were bringing anyone to the party. You know, a date.”

The kettle whistled in the background, saving me from having to reply.

“We’re worried about you, sis. I know something happened the year I was travelling. Mum never told anyone the full details, but I know she disappeared because you were in hospital. Did you?” He cleared his voice and glanced out the window before returning his gaze to me. “Did you try to take your own life?”

My eyebrows shot up. If he’d slapped me across the face, I would have been less shocked.

“No! Seriously, what?” Unconsciously, I sank into a stool at the end of the counter. “I was hit by a drunk driver when I was walking back home from the library. The darkness came after the accident, not before.”

Niall’s fingers crept around mine, his other arm engulfing me. “I always thought…”

Taking a deep breath, I made the decision to break my silence. Niall was my twin. Our lives only diverged when we went to different universities. “I was pregnant, and the accident made me lose the baby. Mum was the only one who knew, and I asked her not to tell anyone.”

His arm tightened around me as he hauled me into his heat. Tears streamed down my face as the memories from so long ago erupted in my head.

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