Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
There’s no other option.
I spread my legs wide and pull his mouth to my pussy.
He moans with delight as he shoves my panties aside. His tongue laps me, licking up and down, sucking and smacking in the obscenest way I’ve ever heard. He yanks my panties down after a moment, gets them off, and continues with more space to work, and it’s magical.
I lose my mind. He slides two fingers deep inside and it hits me like a lightning blast. I arch, grinding into his mouth, greedy and pulsing for everything he can give.
“Fuck, Regan, you should have seen them—“ He sucks my clit and fingers me deep. “Broken. Destroyed.”
“Why… why are you telling me that… right now…”
“I don’t know,” he admits, going faster, sucking and licking me with a wild fervor. God, it feels so good, he could sing the national anthem right now and it wouldn’t matter. “I keep seeing the blood… hearing the gunshots…” He snarls and stands, jerking to his feet. I gasp, leaning forward as he rips his jeans off, kicking them to the side. I get his shirt unbuttoned, the blood still soaking the cotton as he tosses it on the pile. Naked, gorgeous, hard as hell and throbbing. I pull him to me, kissing the whirls of scar tissue on his chest, kissing the tattoos, the muscle, tasting the sweat on his skin, the sharp acidic bite of something else. Gunpowder? Ashes? I don’t know. It doesn’t matter.
He fists my hair and kisses me hard as his cock swirls up and down my slit. “Fuck baby,” he says, the tip sinking inside, agonizingly slow. I whimper, wanting more, but he holds me back. “When it was happening, this is what I was thinking about. Isn’t that fucked? My world was falling apart, and all I could picture was you.”
“Liam, I want it,” I whisper, leaning forward to bite his chest. “God, please, I want all of it.”
“I know you do, baby.” He gives me an inch more. I moan in frustration. “I don’t know how many we lost tonight, but I swear… to you, to the world… I’m going to kill them all. I’m going to hunt them down and ruin them.”
“Liam.”
He thrusts himself inside and I gasp, bliss exploding behind my eyes as he fucks me.
The table shakes and wobbles. Liam’s not kind and he doesn’t seem to care if he shatters the whole building. He slams into me with a reckless need, plunging in deep and snarling like a beast, kissing my neck, praising my body as his mouth finds my tits and his big palm wraps around my throat. I become his, all his, my body glowing and burning with the ruin he brings to me, the way he fills me and fucks me, the way he makes me filthy and builds me whole again. As he grips my hair, his cock plunging in deep and soaking and incredible, I know this is what’ll ruin me, this right here, the way this man makes me feel, both alive and terrified of how much more I want from him, the way I can’t get it out of my head either. He’s all I think about, all I want, as he drives himself inside me.
“When you finish… I’m going to fill you… and then I’m going to taste it. So please, love, finish fast, because I’m not strong right now.”
“Liam, keep going.”
“Faster, love. God, I’m going to fucking come inside of you. I’m going to fill you to the brim.”
“Oh my god, don’t stop.” I grab his hips as he hammers me and I can’t take it anymore. He moans and as I feel his warmth fill me, my triggers pull and I explode. I shatter, breaking, coming, gasping, sweating, grinding, greedy for every sensation, every spine-destroying moment, every inch of him.
As promised, with a gasp, he pulls out, drops down, and licks me.
Licks my cum-filled pussy with a greedy snarl.
“Perfect,” he says, eyes and lips shining.
He kisses me, making me taste the swirling combination of our sex.
And god, I’m sick, but I love it.
We stay on the table for a minute, breathing and coming down, until he leads me into the bathroom with him. Wordlessly he turns on the shower and we get in together. Streams of blood turn the water pink at first. I lather and soap him, washing anywhere blood might be hiding, until the water runs clear.
He starts to talk. He tells me about the meeting, the attack, saving my brother, coming to find me. I can’t imagine what he went through and how he came out of it on the other side, but I’m immensely grateful for what he did.
“You saved him,” I whisper, water running down our faces as he kisses me. “You didn’t have to, but you did anyway.”