Page 55 of Wraith
She stroked him while staring into his eyes, watching the fire swirled from a small flicker of light to an all-out inferno. Amelia wanted to do so much for Liam—he’d given up his solace to save her. Who else would have? He’d been shot at and shot for her. But where they weren’t in a place where he could make him dinner or take him out for wings and beers. All she had was herself—her body, her mouth, her heart. Could she ever be enough?
“Liam…”
“Yes, Hummingbird?” His voice cracked over her nickname.
“All I have is me.” Amelia whispered, lifting her mouth.
He framed her face.
“I want you to be happy. I don’t want you to die here.”
“No one’s going to die.” Liam said. “I won’t allow it.”
Though Amelia nodded, the tears she’d been trying not to shed burned in her eyes making her blink even as his mouth descended on hers. Amelia melted into his chest, her fingers skimming his flesh to find his cock again.
She allowed the water to rinse him before sliding down to her knees. Tentatively at first, she licked the head of his cock, tasting him hot and tangy. The water stopped and she looked up to see he’d turned it off. But she didn’t care. She merely met his gaze as she naughtily drew the mushroom head to the back of her throat.
His eyes rolled back.
She released him only to do it again. He tangled his fingers in her wet hair and used her mouth to his will. Amelia moaned, groaned, pinched her own nipples—enjoying every second she could. His muscular body trembled as he tossed his head back and wrenched his hips from her mouth. Amelia bowed forward and kissed the hardness of each thigh.
Liam gripped her shoulder and drew her to her feet only to slam his mouth down over hers. Whimpering, Amelia slid her arms around him. Roughly, he turned her around, pressed her into the cold wall and pushed into her.
Amelia climaxed.
The scream torn from her was cut off by one of his large palms over her mouth. Amelia couldn’t have controlled it. Liam knew precisely how to use her body, to make her feel sexy and wanton.
“Yes! Yes!” She mumbled into his palm.
Liam growled behind her and she trembled through her second orgasm. Her knees shook but she reached behind to scrape his thigh with her nails. Liam rode her, hard, fast, without mercy. He gripped her like she belonged to him, like her body was no one else’s and he wanted to mark her to show the world his ownership. She whimpered, loving the idea of being his woman, of being the only woman he would tattoo his soul to.
“Baby,” Wraith said through gritted teeth. “I want you to come again for me.”
He dropped his hand from her mouth.
“I don’t…” She panted. “Shit, Liam, right there!”
He scooped her hair from her shoulders, used it as leverage and brought her to another climax that made him have to once again cover her mouth. He drew from her body, panting and bracing a palm into the wall by her head. Amelia turned around, gripped his dick once more and stroked it until he exploded. His excitement landed in hot splashes against her skin, burning her sweetly.
Liam rested heavily against her. “I want—to give—you more,” he said, his breathing making it hard to speak. “So much more, but…”
“I know.” She turned her head and kissed his shoulder. “I know. We’ll get through this and then you can give me everything.”
He kissed her wet shoulder and stood back to turn the water on again. This time, they finished their shower around kissing and soft touches. They couldn’t fall into bed naked, which was what Amelia really wanted to do. She wanted to rest a little then have free access to Liam’s body when she woke. Unable to do what she wanted angered her—it raged through her like the lick of flames against her very core. They were keeping her from enjoying her man. That one transgression, in her anger, was punishable by death. If they kept pushing, Amelia would carry out their sentences with impunity.
She remained in his arms for as long as she could, enjoying the warmth of his flesh and the beat of his heart under her ear. Eventually, she slipped into dreamland. When she woke again, she was alone. With a sigh, dressed in some of the clothes Fleur had sent her. After brushing the tangles out of her hair, she pinned it up as best she could, swiped her palms against her cheeks. As presentable as she could be, Amelia shrugged and exited the room to find Beast asleep on the sofa, Barbie digging through a back and Liam was nowhere to be seen.
“Um…” Amelia said.
Barbie smiled. “He found somewhere to workout.” She pointed.
“Thanks.”
When Amelia found him, Liam was shadowboxing in a large empty room. Shirtless, muscles slick with sweat—he made her hot. Still, she remained silent, watching him.
“Hummingbird?”
She hadn’t realized he’d moved. “Mhmm?”
