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I almost wept at the gleam in his eyes, thinking he was going to continue the torture of holding me right out on the edge. But a dark snarl tore from him, and he once again clamped down on my throat before giving me what I’d been desperate for.

With each slap of our bodies, I could hear the wetness I kept leaking.

“Goddamn, that’s a greedy cunt,” he said with a grunt.

“YES!” I said with a cry, grabbing handfuls of the cover beneath me as he pounded into me like a man possessed.

The headboard thumped loudly against the wall.

“Give it to me,” he panted. “Let me feel it.”

The frenzy flaring inside me surged as a spray of warmth released, and I clawed at Liam’s arms, arching into him and shuddering.

“GAH! FUCK!” tore from deep in his chest as he pumped three times while spurts of heat filled me.

I was shaking as I fell back onto the mattress. It was hard to catch my breath, but I kept my eyes open and watched him. A tremor ran over him, and his gaze lingered on our connected bodies before moving up to meet mine.

We stayed there for a moment. Not moving.

Finally, he let out a long breath and slid out of me. “Stay here. I’ll get something to clean you up,” he said as he started to move.

Reaching out, I grabbed his arm to stop him. “No. Don’t,” I told him.

He shifted, then rolled over beside me, and I turned on my side, pressing my back against his chest. His arm came over me, and he laid his palm over my stomach.

“How’s your throat?” he asked.

I smiled softly. “Fine.”

“I didn’t squeeze too hard?”

I shook my head. “No.”

He ran his nose over the side of my head, nuzzling me. “It’s your fault. You’ve got a dirty mouth.”

I let out a laugh. “You’re one to talk about dirty mouths.”

He made a low humming sound. “Yeah, but when words like that come out of your pretty mouth, it seems to be a trigger for me. I can’t fuck you hard enough.”

I pressed closer against his chest, soaking in the warmth of his body. This was what I had been aching for. I’d wanted this connection with him. I wasn’t an affectionate person—or at least that was a complaint Wallace had often had with me. I’d feared Abilene had managed to break me. Take away any sense of giving and accepting another’s affection.

But I knew now that wasn’t the case. Because there was nowhere I’d rather be than right here. Wrapped up in Liam’s arms, safe in his bed. Wanted.

Closing my eyes, I drifted off, peaceful, and it felt perfect.

26

Liberty

I let out a squeak, startled when I opened my eyes to see a pair of baby-blue ones staring back at me. Ozzy tilted his head to the side, but didn’t seem to be bothered by my response to him being in my face. Grinning, I reached over and ran my hand over his head.

“Good morning to you too,” I said.

His coat was a pale gray with darker splotches. I’d never seen a Great Dane with this coloring, but then he might be the first one I had been this close to.

I sat up and glanced over at the rest of the empty bed. I touched the pillow where Liam’s head imprint was, and it felt cool. He’d been up for a while, it seemed. A smile tugged on my lips as I thought about last night. A warm feeling settled in my chest, and I moved to swing my legs over the side of the bed.

Ozzy backed up to give me some room, and I noticed a large dog bed on the floor beside me. That hadn’t been there last night. Had Liam put Ozzy’s bed beside me when he let him in last night? I had slept through the night, not waking up once, which was rare. Since being pregnant, I had found I needed to pee several times a night.

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