Page 73 of Rejected Heart

“Oh, Liam,” I moaned, my hands going into his hair.

I thought I knew the hunger Liam had for me, but it took mere seconds for me to realize I didn’t have a clue. This man feasted on me like I was the single drink of water he’d had after years of being stranded in the middle of the desert.

My legs buckled and my head dropped back, but Liam wasn’t going to let me fall. Using the strength in his arms and the physical need he had for me, he held me up. He was too focused on what he was doing, and there wasn’t anything that was going to stop him.

Any of the tension I’d been feeling when I first entered the room with him had dissipated as he worked me with his mouth. And if he’d been interested in prolonging things, there was only so much he was going to be able to do.

It had been years since I’d had him.

Years since his mouth had been on me.

I couldn’t have fought against that pull that was quickly building deep in my belly. My fingers drifted toward the back of his head in a vain attempt to keep him where he was. It wasn’t like it mattered; Liam had no interest in pulling away.

My chin fell forward, and my eyes landed on Liam. Kneeling in front of me, his mouth was working its magic between my legs as he looked up my body at me. And it was the connection I felt between our gazes that sent me right over that edge.

Sparks of pleasure shot through my body. “Liam,” I panted, as my legs trembled.

He held on to me, worked me through the end, and pressed several soft kisses to my inner thigh when he finished.

Liam took his time to kiss his way up my body. It was like he was concerned he might accidentally leave a sliver of my skin untouched by his lips. He captured my mouth before he was even fully upright, allowing me to taste myself on his tongue.

Though I felt utterly sated, kissing him had somehow renewed that sense of need I had for him. I tore my mouth from his and was about to drop to my knees to return the favor, but Liam urged me onto the bed.

I had barely gotten there, and he had already disposed of his underwear. My lips parted at the sight of him completely naked, and I wasn’t afraid to allow my gaze to linger on his cock.

“I think I forgot what you feel like,” I confessed.

His eyes were smoldering as he put a knee on the bed. One half of his mouth quirked with a grin. “Lucky for you, I’m willing to help you remember.”

Lucky for me.

He’d receive no argument from me on that one.

I knew precisely how lucky I was to even be here with him after what I’d done. He’d said it himself—I’d destroyed him. I made him stop dreaming.

Without a doubt, I was the lucky one.

Liam urged me to scoot back on the bed. I did so, ultimately parting my thighs for him to settle between them. Then he reached down and stroked himself as his gaze traveled over my body.

“Liam, please,” I begged.

A victorious smile spread across his face, but he gave me what I desperately wanted. He positioned himself, locked his eyes on mine, and pushed inside.

My lips parted as I felt myself stretching to accommodate every inch of him.

Too many years.

It had been far too many.

Once Liam had buried himself inside me, he didn’t move. “Do you remember now? Or do you need more?”

I swallowed roughly. “More. Please, I need more.”

With a satisfied smile and a gleam in his eye, Liam pulled back slowly before thrusting in. It wasn’t a rough stroke, but it certainly wasn’t gentle. It was a forceful reminder of what I’d given up.

“Again?” he pressed.

“Yes.”

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