Page 28 of Broken Trust
In one smooth move, he spread her legs and lowered his mouth to her pussy.
Her thoughts scattered. The shock of the sensation stole her next breath, and she clutched at the bedding, then his hair as the world narrowed to the heat of his mouth.
Her heart hammered against her ribs. The war room, her reason for being here, the fear—all of it faded to nothing. All that remained was this man and the way he dismantled her walls brick by brick with slow, torturous strokes of his tongue.
Her insides clutched and released, a body surrendering to her lover she missed with all her heart and soul. “Liam!” Her voice was a shattered plea.
He looked up the length of her body, his eyes storm clouds filled with everything she thought she lost.
That ache in her chest threatened to spill over as he traced a path around her clit and left a trail of shivers in his wake.
When stars blasted across her vision, she squeezed her eyes shut as waves of bliss washed over her. She shook and cried out a name she never thought she’d speak again.
His groan of satisfaction rumbled through her—something she’d forgotten he did whenever he brought her to orgasm. The dark pulsations dragged a final gasp from her, and she sank her fingers into his thick hair.
He moved up her body slowly, dropping kisses on every inch of flesh. When he kissed her, it was deep, consuming…and it pulled her under.
She wrapped her legs around him, yanking him in to fumble with his fly. The instant her fingers touched that throbbing length, she felt desperate.
As he helped her strip him, she noticed how his hands tremored slightly. When he braced himself over her, she caught his face—his beloved face—between her palms and stared into his eyes that had haunted her dreams too many nights.
The rest came on instinct—he gripped his thick erection at the base and arrowed it toward her center. Every inch that sank inside her, she lost more of her mind. When he was rooted deeper than she ever remembered him being before, their gazes locked.
He began to move. The push and pull of bodies that remembered each other, and found a rhythm without a thought. All the words left unspoken flooded into her mind.
You’re still mine even if we never say it again.
He withdrew on a long, slow stroke and then slammed deep again. And again. Her heart crashed against his where their chests were locked together, seeming to match beats.
She rocked her hips, and he whispered a curse that grated through her senses that were already sparking in a million different directions.
“Christ, angel. I can’t—”
“So don’t.” She wrapped her legs around his hips, feeling him jerk as his control faltered.
The look he gave her then—like he had been consumed with pain from their separation the same way she had—rocked her world.
He pressed his forehead to hers. “Tell me this is real.”
Oh god. Was it?
“I think it’s real,” she whispered back.
That broke him. He moved with her in harsh jerks as they both chased the pinnacle. When her vision blacked, he found her lips and she clung to his taste, his scent, his feel.
The first jet of his hot cum flooded her inner walls, triggering another release. Their bodies moved in sync, as if they’d never stopped.
When the last of the pulsations ebbed, Liam held her tight enough that she knew thiswasreal. Neither of them spoke for a long time. Words didn’t fit.
She reached up and traced the line of his jaw with unsteady fingers. “You still think I should go to sleep?”
He issued a rough laugh and buried his face against her neck. “Yeah. But now I’m staying to make sure you do.”
She smiled into the dark. The storm inside her head had quieted.
Not gone, but tamed for now.
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