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Liam’s thrusts became erratic, his cock pulsing in warning. He angled his hips to find that divine spot that sent a shudder trickling down my spine deep into my core. His head dropped to my shoulder and I desperately wanted to run my fingers through his silky strands.

“Oonagh,” he gasped.

My hips bucked into his, trying to take as much of him as possible as I came apart in his strong arms. Liam stretchedme beyond breaking point, my core on fire with the friction from his cock. My speech was nothing more than incoherent words strung together.

I was defenceless as he slammed hard and deep into me. He roared as he released his cum, grinding his hips against mine as I screamed my pleasure that radiated out through my trembling body.

No words could describe the way I felt at this very moment. Everything was raw, all my muscles screamed from hanging here, my nerves jangling at the multiple orgasms. Liam held the weight of my body wrapped around his. We were both breathing heavily, our chests heaving to try and gasp in much needed air.

He finally leaned back to stare down at me. His hands gently cupped my cheeks to allow him to place a tender kiss on my lips that made my soul weep.

Liam released my hands and I slumped onto him. Whatever just happened had changed the dynamics between us. I’d given myself to him in a way that I never had before, entrusting him with everything.

He laid me on the bed, worshipping my body as I lay stunned and languid. Liam caressed the feeling back into my arms and hands, soothing where the belt had bitten into my wrists. Every action was laced with love and affection. Words could deceive, but the way he touched me revealed his emotions.

When he was satisfied that I was comfortable, Liam crawled over to stare down at me. “There’s so much I want to show you, Oonagh, so many placesI want to take you…”

A smile touched the corner of my lips. “You’ve shown me enough for tonight, why don’t we save my next lesson for another night.”

His thumb traced across my bottom lip. “It’s only ever been you,” he murmured. “No one else ever came close.”

I tugged him down to brush my lips on his. “Hold me,” I commanded, needing to hear his heart beat under my ear. It used to soothe me to sleep and I needed to hear its familiar rhythm to reassure myself that we were still the same people.

His arms encased me in their strength as he settled me on his chest.

“I missed this,” I muttered.

Liam’s fingers painted a pattern on my back. “Truth or dare?”

I glanced up at him. “Truth.”

“Why?” he asked softly. “You walked away thinking I didn’t care. Why did you not find someone else?”

The truth was a sarcastic bastard that taunted me. I should have picked dare. My fingertip wandered over his chest.

“Oonagh?” The command in his voice jolted me into looking at him.

“It never felt right. When someone tried to touch me, it felt wrong as if I was being unfaithful.” I stared at his chest. “I can’t explain it, but it’s as if my body only responds to you. Now I feel stupid.”

His fingers grasped my chin, demanding I meet his eyes. “It makes perfect sense. We knew what we wanted from we were kids, but the world got in the way.”

“What are we doing, Liam?” I asked in barely more than a whisper. “We did this one summer before and it destroyed me.”

Liam rolled me onto my back, his lips massaging mine. “Stop overthinking this, Oonagh. Let’s just enjoy right now.”

I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation of his kisses. Tonight, not only did Liam claim my body, but he’d taken my soul along with it.

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Chapter Eighteen

Liam

The most depressing fact about summer was that it only consisted of eight weeks. Oonagh’s birthday was in the middle of August, which heralded the end of our summer drawing near. The celebration was under a week away now and my time was starting to run out.

For nearly four weeks, we’d lived in our own bubble. Oonagh told her parents she was devoting some time to catching up with friends, when in reality, we spent every free moment with each other. Gone were the days of a trip to Mr. Wilson’s shop. I took her out on dates, flying her to Paris last weekend for a romantic getaway. It was somewhere I’d always wanted to visit with her since her postcard the year she travelled with her uni friends. She’d writtenI wish you were here with mefollowed by a heart, and I’d wanted that with every fibre of my being. Every day with her made me fall under her spell a little bit more as she integrated herself fully into my life.

Oonagh rearranged my kitchen every time she cooked, and strange items started to appear in my apartment. Cushions on the sofas, colourful cooking utensils, rugs to wrap us up as we watched television. Some nights she shared stories of her jobs around the world, showing mephotographs on her phone. One man always stood beside or behind her. He definitely didn’t give me the brother vibe that she claimed he held in her life. His eyes were usually on her instead of the camera.

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