Page 48 of Stronger Than Love

“Truth or dare?” I whispered.

“Truth.”

I knew he’d had other women after me, and I didn’t want to think about any of them. “Did you ever think about me?”

“Every fucking day,” he growled. “You infected me long ago and I’ve never been able to cure myself of the fever that rages in my blood for you.”

His words carried raw power into me to strengthen me.

“Truth or dare, Oonagh?” He demanded. “Pick dare.”

“Dare.”

“Strip and hand yourself over to me tonight.” His eyes bored into mine as he pleaded with me.

Slowly, I moved away from him, my head lowering as I unbuttoned my shirt one button at a time, peeling it off and dropping it to the floor. Liam stood watching me like a feral god from olden days, his jaw tight and hand fisted at his side. I toed my shoes off and kicked them to the side, my trembling fingers fumbling with the button on my jeans.

His hands covered mine to take over the task, pushing the denim over my hips while he dropped to his knees in front of me. He left me in nothing but my panties and bra.

I looked down, and the raw emotion in his eyes as he stared back left me breathless with an aching hunger deep in my core. There were nights that expression haunted me in my dreams, and I’d wake up desperate and unfulfilled. My fingers on my heated flesh never satisfied the hunger the way Liam’s did.

He stood slowly to tower over me. All the moisture evaporated from my mouth as I watched him pull his T-shirt over his head and toss it into the shadows. His jeans andboxer briefs descended in one fluid motion. Suddenly, I was salivating as my gaze travelled over the golden skin pulled tight over toned muscles.

Liam hoisted me over his powerful shoulder. His hand landed on my lace-covered ass with a smack that echoed down the hallway of his apartment. I squirmed, not because of the delicious sting, but because my clit possessed a desperate need for friction.

He dropped me on the bed, my body bouncing. I watched as he retrieved belts from his drawer and fastened them together in a makeshift noose that he attached to the loop supporting the curtain rail.

Intrigued, I sat up on the bed waiting for him. Liam prowled toward me, his cock stiffening with every pace. His hand cupped my cheek, lifting my gaze to his.

“Truth or dare?” he asked.

“Truth.” I didn’t think I could face any more dares since I was certain those belts were for me.

“Do you trust me?”

I peered up at him and the nervous tingles in my stomach morphed into arousal. “Yes.” It was as complicated and simple as that.

Liam held his hand out to me, and I gave myself over to him. My eyes fluttered closed as he released my bra, his hands massaging my heavy breasts that were tight and throbbing with need. I gasped when he pinched my nipples, twisting them until the pain changed to something different.

“Breathe, baby,” Liam said, his tongue lavishing over my right nipple followed by his teeth grazing it. My backarched. What the hell was he doing to me? His teeth bit down gently on my hard nipple as his tongue flicked over the tip.

“Liam,” I panted.

He sucked hard and my knees buckled, the only force holding me upright were his hands on my waist. Liam moved to my other breast to give it the same attention as the first. Sensation overload was going to kill me, my hands gripping his hair in an attempt to steady myself. My nipples were too sensitive, his mouth a weapon designed to slay them. It felt like there was an erotic cord connecting my nipples to my clit. Each suck pulled at my clit and my pelvis jerked uncontrollably.

Liam left me nothing more than a trembling mass of nerves so close to orgasm that I wanted to wantonly lie on the bed with my legs spread and beg him to finish my torment.

His thumbs hooked the lace of my panties and trailed them down my legs, leaving me completely naked to him for the first time in ten years. I couldn’t look away as he unfolded himself to stand staring down at me. Liam’s body was flush with mine, skin touching skin.

A fire burned deep in my stomach, and Liam was kindling it into an inferno of desire.

“If you need me to stop at any time, say red,” Liam instructed. His lips touched mine in a solemn promise. My engorged nipples rubbed against the muscles of his chest as I swayed into his heat. His erection rubbed the delicate flesh between my thighs and my legs widened slightly to grant his access.

Liam kept drugging me with long, passionate kisses as he manoeuvred us across the room, one step at a time. I could live forever in one of his kisses, his lips moving with delicious precision, his tongue tempting me and then taking control. His hands slid down my arms and latched onto my wrists, lifting them above my head. It was only when I felt the leather binding them in place that my eyes fluttered open in confusion.

He pulled the belt hoist he made until my tiptoes were on the floor and my arms were high in the air. Liam stepped back, his bottom lip sucked into his mouth as he bit down on it.

“You’re exquisite.” His voice emerged low and husky, his fingertips tracing between my breasts down to my pubic bone. He dragged my band out of my hair so it cascaded down my back.

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