Page 78 of Vicious Little Snakes
“Heaven,” I whisper.
All my senses feel like they’re exploding as I drop my eyes back to hers.
“Fuck me, Liam. Make it so nobody else ever existed.”
My hand wraps around her throat, squeezing enough to get her attention.
“Nobody else ever has, Carebear.”
My lips mold to hers as I undo my pants. Our tongues swirl as my weight moves forward, letting go of her throat to support my weight. She spreads her beautiful goddamn legs, running her hands up my biceps, never taking her eyes off mine.
I love you.
It’s my singular thought as I shove inside her. Almost dying from the hit.
Caroline
My back arches off the bed, overpowered by the sensation of Liam filling me, stretching me as he relentlessly thrusts inside of me—each time whispering how beautiful I am as he kisses every fucking inch of my body.
I’m breathless, alternating between gripping the sheets, then hands on his back, then back to the bed as he holds one of my legs in place and circles his hips. God, he hits just the right spot, as if my body’s road map had been committed to memory.
“Look at me, Caroline.”
My eyes are obedient, cutting to his, watching him hovered over me, mouth agape. He’s so intense, so connected to every piece of me that I’m devastated. Liam licks his lips, bringing them to mine again. His tongue sweeps around my mouth, teasing and exploring, serving up the best kiss I’ve ever experienced. He may be kissing my mouth, but I can feel it everywhere.
My arms snake under his, gripping his shoulder and holding him close to me.
“It’s so much more,” he whispers into my mouth.
He doesn’t need to explain. I understand. This is more than I could’ve ever imagined it to be too, and I almost can’t take it.
I flip Liam over, straddling him, slapping my hands down on his chest. His fingers dig into the fleshy part of my ass, rocking me into him, still fucking me, even though I’m on top. I stare at his throat, watching a vein throb under his skin, unable to look him in the eye.
I’m scared he’ll see that I don’t ever want us to end.
He shoves himself up to sitting, wrapping his arm around me, pressing my cheek to his own.
“Stay with me in this moment, Caroline. Don’t run yet.”
He’s taken the lead, thrusting inside of me over and over, fucking us into our goodbye. As I bring my eyes back to his, Liam’s mouth descends on my neck, sucking hard, leaving a mark, I’m sure. But I want it, so everyone will know that I belong to Liam, and only him—always.
“How can I say goodbye?” I breathe out with a shaky exhale.
I’m tossed onto my back, Liam back inside of me before I can take a breath. He grabs my wrists in his hand, drawing them up above my head, and stares at me, stilling.
“I’ll do it for us.”
I dig my heels into the bed, anchoring myself and pressing my pelvis into his, begging for more of his cock. He moves slowly, at first, letting his words sink in. But I nod, holding back tears, hooking a leg around him as he picks up speed. We’re like animals, grunting and moaning, the sounds of skin hitting skin filling the room as the build begins.
Sex fills the room, as much as our grief, heightened by our passion.
“Say something, Liam. Say something that I can keep, long after you disappear.”
The desire grabs hold of me, forcing my eyes closed, owning me, but I force them open. I don’t want to miss even a moment.
Liam looks lost as if the words won’t come. Maybe he’s as scared as I am, or maybe he can’t handle saying them out loud. But he doesn’t have to because I know them all.
I love you too, Liam.
