Page 42 of Stronger Than Love

“Liam,” I gasped when his finger slipped deep into my core, his tongue moving over the bundle of nerves that made me squirm. His arm held my pelvis still when I began to pant and buck against his sensual assault.

A moan escaped because his teeth grazed over my too-sensitive flesh. “Please,” I begged.

He curved his finger inside me, rubbing over the delicate flesh—the other side of my clit known as the g-spot. The dual stimulation was too much, the pressure in my stomach escalating to dangerous levels. His lips clamped over my clit and he sucked, his finger circling rapidly inside me.

Pleasure exploded deep in my core, radiating out to my extremities to leave me spasming, followed by me collapsing on the desk.

Liam leaned over me, a dark, sensual smile playing on his lips. All I could do was stare at him, my core still pulsing, my breathing unsteady.

My gaze tracked Liam as he pressed kisses up my stomach to my breasts. My nipples hardened as Liam lavished them with his attention. His cock rubbed the sensitive flesh at the apex of my thighs, my legs widening in invitation.

He stood up, staring at me, his teeth biting into his bottom lip as he studied me. His hands gripped my upper thighs and I suppressed the shiver that threatened to ripple through me. Liam was still dressed in his suit with just his trousers open. I wanted to trail my fingers over his chest and stomach, but he was in control right now.

His gaze lowered to between my legs and the tip of his cock pushed slowly into me. Liam’s mouth went slack as he watched himself disappear inside me. He stretched me inch by agonisingly sensual inch until our pelvises ground together.

Our eyes locked and every muscle in me stilled. I lay on his desk with his cock lodged deep in my core, impaling me. Liam grasped my hips, hauling me into his strength as he started a punishing rhythm of deep, penetrating thrusts.

“God, Liam,” I muttered, my body on fire. “I can’t take any more.”

He drew back and slammed into me hard, silencing me. I lay there, moaning with every thrust, giving himeverything. It was too much—the sensation of his cock thrusting in and dragging out, the desire sweeping through me, the desperate craving to drag my nails down his back to mark him.

Liam pushed my knees up, angling my hips to allow him to pound into me. This wasn’t sex, it was a primal claiming of my body. I squirmed, the pressure building in my stomach a volcano ready to erupt. His powerful thrusts left my core a quivering mass of nerve endings that were too sensitive.

My entire body arched off the table when he hit a spot that left me panting and spasming. Liam leaned forward, his hands capturing my wrists, his eyes boring deep into mine. There was no hiding from his penetrating gaze that demanded the truth.

A scream erupted from me when an explosive orgasm detonated, sending a myriad of pulsating waves of pleasure cascading through my nerves and muscles.

He was relentless, his body commanding mine.

I gasped as Liam dragged out of me, spinning me onto my stomach on the desk. I bit into my arm to stop the scream as he plunged into me again. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh surrounded me, mingled with the scent of sex. My feet were on the floor, but my legs consisted of jelly.

Liam bent over me, his body covering mine. His teeth sank into my shoulder. “You’re mine, Oonagh,” he hissed in my ear, hands constricting into a bruising hold on my hips. “Say it.”

I lay stunned, my eyes wide, my mouth open, and my core on fire from the delicious friction of his cock suctioning in and out of me.

His fingers dug into my flesh.

“I’m yours, Liam,” I whispered. “I always have been.”

His thrusts became erratic and impossibly deeper, lifting me onto my tiptoes with each powerful movement of his hips. Liam’s fingers found my clit with eerie precision as he rubbed a circle over my engorged flesh. I tried to shy away, but it was impossible since Liam had me pinned in position.

Those fingers made me start that majestic climb again.

Up.

Up.

Up…

He pulsed inside me, spurting his heat deep in my core as another orgasm erupted through me. It left me shaking and weak, my body nothing more than a whimpering mass of exhausted nerves.

Liam collapsed on top of me. “Fuck, baby. Are you okay?”

I couldn’t even form words.

He pulled out of me and I felt the sticky residue trickle down my leg.

Liam rolled me over to study me, his hands skimming over my exposed flesh. “I lost control for a bit…” His voice trailed off, but his eyes moved over me as if to check that I wasn’t damaged.

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