Page 102 of Claimed By the Fae Lord

Grabbing the sides of his head, I went for it, locking us in a kiss so full of emotions it felt like coming home after a lifetime of exile.

"Fuck, Raina," he whispered against my mouth, backing me towards the bed.

“Yes, please.” I bit his bottom lip, eliciting a low rumble from his throat that sent goosebumps across my flesh.

We separated enough for me to pull his shirt over his head. Liam had other plans and tore my tunic open, then shredded my bra, exposing my heavy breasts.

His berserker flashed in his eyes. Was I imagining it or were his muscles growing?

“Liam?”

“I’m in control, flower. I would never hurt you.”

It was all I needed to hear. If he was in control, then I didn’t have to be.

His eyes widened as I leapt forward, wrapping around him, attacking him like a feral thing had taken over my body. Somehow the rest of our clothing disappeared and I was thrown onto the bed.

Liam's body covered mine, his skin scalding against my own. Our mouths met again and again, tongues dancing as our hands roamed greedily.

I whimpered into his mouth when his calloused fingers found my center, stroking me in that perfect way only he knew. Every stroke sent shivers down my spine, and I tilted my pelvis off the bed to meet him.

“You like that?” he murmured against my lips.

I nodded, unable to form words as pleasure coursed through me.

His lips trailed down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. My hands tangled in his hair, holding him close as I moaned his name.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”

"Liam, please."

“Please what?”

“Please don’t make me wait.”

He knew what I needed, what we both desperately craved. Adjusting himself between my thighs, he drove into me in one powerful stroke. I cried out, nails raking down his back.

Liam set a relentless pace, his eyes boring into mine, filled with love and lust and remorse. "You're mine, Raina."

"Yes, yours," I gasped, clenching around him.

His hands gripped my wrists, pinning them above my head as he pistoned in and out.

With each thrust, I could feel him getting wilder, more unhinged as if he wanted to mark me as his for all time. I never wanted it to end. Not ever.

As we moved together, the world fell away. There was only Liam, his thick length stroking me perfectly.

"More," I panted, arching upward into him, throbbing with need.

“Say my name when you come,” he growled, eyes burning so bright I was cast in the glow of his berserker’s blatant need.

The pressure built and built. Sparks rapidly ignited until I was screaming his name as I shattered in ecstasy.

My vision was just returning when, with a swift movement, he flipped me over and entered me from behind.

“Again,” he demanded.

We moved in perfect rhythm, our bodies molded together as one. With each thrust, our connection grew stronger and the heat between us became unbearable.

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