Page 124 of The Savior

He slid down lower, taking away her pants until nothing but a thin layer of lace and silk covered her breasts and sex. “I think so too.”

Then she recalled a low point from the meeting and whispered, “I did something today. I mean, I said something.”

His knuckles trailed to her jawbone then her chin. The tips of his fingers ran down her throat to the valley between her breasts. Liam skimmed over her stomach and deftly slid below her lace underwear and curled his fingers against her mound. “What’s that?”

She squirmed. “I said you were mine.”

“Good. I am.” He tore off his shirt and kneeled between her thighs.

“My day’s turning around.” She unfastened the button and zippers on his pants, and he stripped.

“I’m happy to do my part.”

Her sex clenched when he tossed the last of their clothes onto the floor.

Liam’s thick erection hung heavily, and she needed him to obliterate the day until there was nothing left to remember except his weight, the sheen of their sweat, and the knowledge that he’d come deep inside her.

His fingers stroked expertly until her eyes slipped shut and his lips met hers. Two thick fingers breached her ready entrance. “All yours.” His mouth took hers, harsh and hungry. It mirrored the motion of his hand, spearing her again and again until the intensity became all-consuming.

He sucked her tongue and bit her lip, and she moaned. They were feverish and wild. Her words pleaded and became a tangle of yeses, until she begged him to be inside her. “I need younow.”

The thick head of his erection nudged, and he speared his tongue into her mouth when he thrust.

She hadn’t realized how much she needed his body. He worked his shaft inside her clenching muscles. Inch by inch, he powered between her thighs, and her nails dug into the sinewy muscles in his back. “I need this.You.”

His eyes shone like he understood, then he slowed until she almost screamed. The intensity was blinding. She gasped and rocked, desperate for the hot flames that were splitting her apart. He thrust again, seated deep, then stilled.

She trembled. “Please.”

Then, wild and hot, Liam took her mouth and withdrew his shaft. He drove in again and out, offering hungry, beautiful, painstaking bliss.

Hips writhed against hips. Mouths dueled for kisses and cries. She lost her mind with the rhythmic rapture, teasing and torturing, giving her whirling sensations of complete ecstasy.

Her raspy voice called his name over and over again. A spiral of pleasure drew deeper, and Chelsea bucked, clinging to him for every single maddening, orgasm-swelling stroke.

“Liam!”God!Chelsea arched as a volcano of color exploded behind her closed eyes and pleasure as hot as lava ran through her veins.

He didn’t slow, driving her higher and higher. Chelsea bit his shoulder, and she came again, cursing and crying.

He wrapped her to his chest, rolling on the bed until he lay on his back, and she draped limply over him. His hands massaged her hips then grabbed her ass as he slowed down, easing in and out with lackadaisical moves as she caught her breath.

The room stopped spinning and her lungs found a normal pattern. She eased up, sitting on his erection, overwhelmed by how his length and thickness filled her. Liam’s powerful hands caressed her thighs and slid to her hips as she rocked on him.

His fingers bit into her sides. She wanted nothing more than to hear his pleasure again. She rose and eased down. Violent need clouded her mind.

His hips jerked, and she braced her hands on his shoulders. Liam pounded into her body, and she gasped, losing her breath, her mind, her everything as the wildfire of another orgasm loomed so close.

“Fuck.” Liam’s rough voice was pinched with brutal need.

That was what she wanted. His orgasm. His cum. She wanted to feel him release inside her.

He thundered into her, wrapping her to his chest and came.

His arms tightened until she almost couldn’t breathe, and their bodies spasmed together.

Limp, their breaths seesawed. He stayed inside her. Her hair covered his neck and her face, but they didn’t have enough strength between them to move it.

Finally, she slipped her eyes open and pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder. Liam moved from her and rolled them on their sides, spooning around her body.

“Boyfriend,” she whispered. “That’s what I said.”

He kissed the back of her head.

It didn’t matter what he would’ve said or what she had called him. After she tucked into the crook of his arm, using his muscles as a pillow, she let herself drift to sleep again, knowing only one thing with certainty. Liam owned her soul.

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