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“No,” she admitted quietly. “But it needs to be done.”
When he kissed her, the world fell away into the dark.
A slow, languid kiss, so much like the first time he’d ever touched his mouth to hers, as though she was a feral kitten who might bite.
It was she who deepened the kiss now, her fingers gliding up into his hair to take handfuls. Pressing herself against him, she tried to transport herself back to the beginning, before a funeral and a hostile womb wedged themselves between her and Liam. Back to when sex was a pleasure and not a chore to set aside for weeks on end.
Liam groaned, one hand sliding up her nape to fist her hair and pull her head back further while the other snuck under the hem of her shirt to stroke her skin. Those clever fingers, slightly roughened with calluses, knew every single spot that made her shiver and grow wet.
The tug of pain in her scalp helped that along; Liam’s way of loving her emotionally was consistent, always, but when it came to sex, the fluidity of gentle to rough to downright savage never failed to surprise her.
His erection pressed against her stomach, hard and thick.
No matter how many times she’d turned him down over the past year, he didn’t complain or yell at her for being a frigid bitch. He hadn’t cheated, finding someone else to lose himself in, and he’d loved her despite the fact she continued to spiral into the gaping chasm inside herself.
He deserved more than what she’d been giving him.
Suddenly frantic, she dropped her hands between them, groping for his belt buckle. It took her clumsy fingers two attempts to undo it, the quiet jangle of metal oddly arousing. Before she could stop herself, she unfastened the button, lowered the zipper, and hummed softly into Liam’s mouth when she found him commando.
The thick shaft jerked when her fingers curled around him. Velvet skin strained over the rigid appendage, slick with precum.
A growl rumbled in his chest. He broke the kiss, breathing hard. “Don’t wind the toy up if you’re not going to play with it, minx.”
Sierra swallowed hard, lowering her free hand to her waist. She wrestled with the elasticated band of her exercise pants, the most comfortable thing she could find to wear for the meeting, pushing until the fabric slithered over her hips to pool on the floor.
Liam’s gaze sharpened on her face, growing darker as she let her panties drop. The noise he made in his throat when she stepped out of the puddle of material ensured she was ready for him.
“Sierra?”
Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth.
The look in his eye, the tone of his voice, warned her she was now prey to his predator. This wasn’t going to be all soft kisses and easy lovemaking; her Dom was primed, balancing on a hair trigger, and her finger was twitching.
All it took was a nod.
A single dip and rise of her chin.
Strong fingers curled around her throat, a firm grasp that wouldn’t leave bruises. Her back rapped against the wall, knocking her off balance enough that she widened her stance instinctively to keep herself from falling—not that he’d ever let her.
She managed to suck in a breath before his mouth sealed over hers, kissing her with a depth of passion she hadn’t felt in a long time. A whimper vibrated beneath the collar of his fingers as his free hand cupped between her thighs, two fingertips skimming along her seam.
Everything changed in an instant. Those big hands moved to her hips, sliding down the outside of her thighs until his fingertips bit into the flesh. Hefting her, sliding her back up the wall, he angled his pelvis until the rotund crown settled against her entrance.
It was going to hurt, she knew that. Her Dom didn’t register on the small scale; he was all length and girth, a perfect fit for her when her body was relaxed and used to him. But she’d denied him for too long, retreating away from him, and she was no longer accustomed to taking him on a whim.
Liam brought her home on the first thrust.
Pain erupted in her core, muscles stretching too quickly around the swift penetration, accommodating nearly all of his cock in one go because he demanded it. A cry ricocheted from her into him, feeding that slightly sadistic part of him, as she clamped down on him andcame.
She heard him laugh darkly through the blood pumping wildly in her ears. Pleasure sensitized her skin until she felt as though fire simmered through her veins. The scrape of his beard along her neck sent tingles spearing down her spine; the nip of his teeth almost made her come again.
He thrust again, driving his cock through the spasming grip of her internal muscles, seating himself so fully it felt as though he was pushing straight through into her womb.
Her barren, empty—
“Legs around my waist,” Liam snapped, his gray gaze boring into hers as though he knew exactly where her thoughts were heading. “Arms above your head, Sierra.”
She obeyed. Of course, she obeyed.
