Page 168 of Pretty Things

However, I didn’t want it just then. No, for it was the ache of him denying me that made it so much sweeter when he finally gave me what I needed. Just like it was the agony of our adventure that made being with Liam that much more worth it.

I’d never really explored pleasure before falling under his spell.

“Please, please, kiss me, Liam.”

He bent to my wish, not holding back, tongue invading my mouth, his breath slamming against my face as we both took what was rightfully ours.

The way he made love to me was like he was working his hardest to banish the worry that had been activated after the game. Like he could fuck away all my fears. And really, I’d learned that he could. At least for a while.

He thrust that thick cock deep in me, and I knew our neighbors would be complaining again because of how loud I was crying out his name, begging him to fuck me harder.

Every nerve in me was on edge, every sensation on full alert, as my body celebrated everything he was giving me.

“I can’t wait tonight,” he warned me, which was fine, because we could always go again.

I thought of the night when I was on my knees, jerking off at my door.

“Look at me. Look at me and come in your Pretty Thing.”

He leaned back, his face twisting up as he hooked his arms under my legs and gave a few more pushes as he stroked my cock.

With his gaze set upon me, all was right in the world.

“Liam, I’m—”

He growled, releasing some kind of war-cry as my cum shot across my abs, and his jerks and twists assured me of his own end. He collapsed on top of me, keeping the majority of his weight on his elbows, and I reveled in being crushed beneath the rest.

As he started to pull out, I gasped, hooking my legs around him. “No, no. Just like this. Please.”

Again, he submitted to my request.

Mine, mine.He was really mine.

That night, in Himeros’s torture chamber, I was so certain it was all over.

But I’d been given another chance.

Another chance to live.

Another chance to love Liam McKinney.

I really was his Pretty Thing.

“Liam,” I murmured. “I found you.” I didn’t even really know what I meant, but it was as though I’d spent a thousand past lives hunting, searching for my man, and nothing had made sense until we were together again.

He leaned back, gazing at my face before raising his hand and running his thumb across my bottom lip. “Yes, you did, my Pretty Thing.”

He kissed me again, soft at first before firming it. It seemed he could always convey everything he felt for me in his kiss.

The magical thinking I found myself susceptible to when we were together, especially during the afterglow, promised that it was fate that had drawn us together, weaved our souls together as one. The rest was merely confirmation of what I had somehow known from the start.

He slid his arms under me, and I hooked mine around him as we clung to one another, nearly as desperately as the way we’d made love.

As a tear rushed down my face, Liam’s words returned to me so powerfully, as though he were speaking them right then:“God himself will have to pry you from my grip.”

I’d like to see him try.

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