Page 110 of Dead Vengeance

“Don’t…” God, I can’t even think straight with the way he’s working me. “Don’t apologise. It was… ahhh… my fault…”

“Your fault?”

“Mmmmhmm.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m so sure.”

“Then… you think I should forgive you?” There’s a smile on his lips beneath mine when he says it.

It clicks into place… Make-up sex. But it’s fun make-up sex. Liam didn’t do a thing wrong, and he knows it. But he wants the reassurance we’re solid.

I catch his jaw, pulling back from the next kiss. “What can I do to make you forgive me?”

His smile turns more lascivious than I’d have thought Liam capable of, if I hadn’t been in the car with him a few nights ago.

“Come in my mouth.”

I almost come on the spot.

He doesn’t give me a chance to protest, to argue back, or say, ‘Please, no, I’ve been desperate for a taste of your cock since the second we met, allow me.’

No. He wrenches my pants open, drops to his knees, and I’m halfway down his throat before I can even think of a response. My body turns to fire of the most delicious kind, ecstasy shooting up my spine, tingling through my body in a way I haven’t felt… ever. Not ever.

The sounds he’s making are delicious, so wet and loud, and the way his hand moves over the base of my cock, the exquisite tightness of his mouth… But it’s more than that. I want him so much. On a primal, purely sexual level, I’m fiercely attracted to him. I like who he is as a person. I love how sweet he is, how shy he seems, about anything but sex, apparently. He’s funny and kind, and I just like him so much.

But this. Jesus, whatever this is, it’s like… It’s like an energy. It’s an energy that’s pouring out of him, into me, through every pore on my skin, sinking into me from all around. It’s an ecstasy I want to lose myself in. His mouth on my cock is pure perfection of the most beautiful kind, but it’s more.

Liam lets out a loud moan, like his enjoyment of my dick is hitting him the same way it’s hitting me, but that’s hardly possible. I stroke a hand over his hair, encouraging him, and he moves faster in response, his fingers tightening on my thighs, about to bring me to orgasm too quickly. Embarrassingly fast.

That moan rips out of him again, then suddenly he jumps up. His lips slam into mine with a passion that almost bowls me over. “Fuck, why do you taste so good?” he groans. He kisses me again, all tongue, all deliciousness, then drops back down, swallowing me whole.

I let out a loud cry at the shock of it—the pleasure of it. My head falls back and I have to grip the desk for stability, slipping a little as I try to keep some semblance of control. But I’m losing it. Losing myself entirely to him. He’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. He’s enjoying me as if I’m the one doing this to him. His sounds of pleasure match mine, sigh for sigh, and if I didn’t feel both his hands digging into my skin, hurting me just right, I’d have thought he was taking his pleasure too.

“Fuck, Liam,” I grunt, partly as a warning, partly because I can’t stop myself.

“Fuck!” he cries out, breaking off again, landing with his chin on my leg. “How are you doing that?”

“What?” But he takes my dick again, and I am so close to the edge I can barely even speak. A shudder runs through my entire body, and he goes faster and faster, so tight I’m ripping at his hair, repeating his name over and over like it could possibly calm me, ground me. He brings me to the brink, then just when I’m about to spill, he comes off, breathing hard, his forehead on my leg.

“I’m sorry. I’m…”

I wrench him up, kissing him. “Sorry for what? You’re incredible.”

“No, I’m not… You’re…” He looks away, a little bewildered. “I’m…”

I kiss him again, gently, trying to draw out whatever’s bothering him. It’s not like he needs to keep going. I’m so, so satisfied already. Yet he brings his hand back to my cock, strokes me softly, and there’s a slight and delicious shake that moves his shoulders. His forehead falls against mine, and he whispers, “How are you doing that?”

I cover his hand to pause him because I can barely think. “Doing what?”

“I can…” He shifts his hand again, his brow drawing tight, a soft sigh escaping his gorgeous lips. “I can feel you.” He tightens his hand, strokes down again, his body trembling with it. “I can feel what I’m doing to you. Fuck… Archer…” Another groan sweeps out of him, over my lips, as he presses another kiss.

“Stop. Wait.” I catch his hand, and his head tips forward, his shoulders rising with a deep intake of breath. I tighten my fingers over his, then drag them up, pressing my thumb over my own wet slit. He convulses against me. “You feel that?”

He looks up at me hopelessly, head on my shoulder. “Is this… necromancer stuff? Are you…”

“I don’t know…” I pull my hand away, and his with it.