“Liam. Yes. Please.”
His eyes lifted and connected with mine and all his movements ceased. He was seated within me, holding my hips close to him while my arms trembled. Slowly, he encompassed my lips with his and pulled me from the dresser, his dick still not separating from me as he laid me back down on the bed.
He spread my hair out on the pillow before he cupped my cheek. His thumb grazed over my skin like he was taking in every single feature I had to offer. He was the most beautiful and compassionate man I’d ever encountered and any ounce of fear I might’ve had toward this situation was obliterated the moment his eyes began to lighten.
Slowly, his hips began to roll again. He drew breathless pants from me while he moved and his hand slowly traveled down my stomach. I locked my legs around his hips while he picked up his pace and my fingernails ran up and down the meat of his arms.
The moment his fingertips parted my pussy folds, he rose up and threw my legs over his shoulders.
In an instant, my body was electrified. He pounded into my hips while his abs flexed for my viewing pleasure and I could feel his fingertips playing with my swollen clit. I could hear his cock sloshing in and out of my entrance while sweat began to drip down Liam’s brow and all I could do was dig my nails into his strong thighs and hang on for the ride.
“Liam. Yes. Please don’t stop.”
My head was spinning and my body was shaking. My legs were pulling taut and my toes were curling. My back bowed so far off the bed I thought it was going to snap. Like an over-tuned violin string, teetering on the brink of failure. The pain that shot up my leg was nothing compared to the pleasure his body was providing for me and I pressed my hips deeply into his before my body finally snapped.
My jaw unhinged and my nails dug into his skin. My pussy clamped down around his cock and I could feel his hips stuttering. Grunts and groans fell from his beautiful lips while my eyes screwed shut in pleasure and, soon, my body was pulling him deeper and deeper into me.
I could feel his cock spilling into the depths of my body and I whimpered with relief as my back relaxed back down on the bed.
I panted for air while my legs slid from Liam’s shoulders. He dropped his hands beside my head, his lips peppering my neck and cheek with kisses before he found my lips one last time. He tasted like snow and salt and I could feel his body trembling with the effort of his climax.
I pulled him down on top of me, allowing his entire sweat-drenched body to calm the trembling of mine while we lay there in his bed.
I felt my eyes becoming heavy while my hands ran up and down his back. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been laying there but I felt his lips travel to my ear before he murmured something against it.
“I gotta get something in the kitchen,” he said.
The rumble of his voice caused my body to shiver and, had I not been so exhausted, I would’ve rolled him over and taken him for another round. I reluctantly released his body, feeling him get off me before he tucked me in underneath the covers. I allowed myself to slip into a slumber for just a moment before I rolled over to find him and that was when I realized he wasn’t there.
How long had I been asleep?
I got out of bed and slowly put my clothes back on. I limped down the hallway into the kitchen but I didn’t see Liam anywhere. I turned around and saw the dimming fire in the fireplace and realized it was dark outside.
Then, I heard a moan come from the couch.
I walked over and peered over the back of it, taking in the sight of Liam. He was curled up on the cushions of the couch that were much too small for him, with a blanket around his body that didn’t even go past his feet. I giggled and shook my head before the reality of the situation dawned on me. That was when I started hobbling quickly back to his room.
This man had such a haunted past that he didn’t even feel he could lay down next to me. After being completely intimate with me and bringing my body to such a precipice, he still didn’t feel he could lie down in the same room as me and feel peace.
I gathered up the blankets from his bed before I limped back out to the main room.
I took one of the blankets and covered his feet. The cabin was already growing chilly inside with the dying fire and I didn’t want him to wake up cold. I settled into the chair next to the couch and curled my legs up toward my body. Then, I fluttered the last blanket around me before I propped a pillow up underneath my head.
I had no idea what haunted this man but there was one thing I did know.
He didn’t deserve to be punished like he obviously thought he did. And if he had another nightmare tonight, I was going to make sure he didn’t wake up alone.
CHAPTER 13
LIAM
My eyes opened, and the first thing that hit my nose was smoke. The fire I started yesterday had dwindled and the smoke was wafting up the chimney. I stretched my arms up and wiggled my toes, trying to wake myself up so I could stretch my aching back.
But then I realized that my toes were covered.
Rubbing my eyes, I sat up. I was covered in two blankets instead of just one and, for a split second, I wondered if I’d gotten up again last night. If I did, I didn’t remember it and, immediately, my mind flew to Whitney.
Was she all right? Did she hear me get up?
I stood up just as my vision came into focus and, before I could start for the hallway, I saw a figure sitting in the chair. It was a wide-seated chair I kept next to the couch in case I felt like looking out the window instead of staring into the fireplace. There was a mass of blonde hair on the pillow that sat on the armrest and I could see the thick blanket slowly moving up and down.
I wound around to the mass of hair and looked down at a sight that made me smile.
How Whitney stuffed herself into that small chair and fell asleep, I’d never know. She was sleeping soundly, with her shoulders rising and falling with her breaths. She looked like she might’ve been grinning at something she was thinking about and it tugged at my chest. I couldn’t believe Whitney had moved out here to sleep with me.
Why would she do something like that?
As I stood there looking down at her sleeping form, I found myself a bit confused. Last night was the first night in almost two years that I’d slept without a nightmare waking me up. Some were tamer than others. I didn’t wake up screaming all the time. But I would wake up in the middle of the night for some reason and always have this sense of dread. Whether I remembered the dream or not, that sense of guilt and fear would always be looming over my head.
But last night, it didn’t happen.
I sighed while Whitney shifted in the chair, her legs outstretched as I watched her face wince. I wound around to her feet and picked up the blanket, taking in the swelling of her ankle. It was going down in her toes but was still pretty puffy around her ankle joint, so I went to the kitchen to grab the heating and cooling gel. I rubbed some onto her foot while she slept and I grinned when a soft sigh peeled from between her lips.
The only thing that changed last night was her and I shook my head while I placed some gauze around her ankle.
She had been the reason I’d slept so well. The warmth of her body and the way she squeezed my cock. The way her tongue danced with mine and the way she wanted me to fall into her after it was all said and done. I’d allowed the animal inside to take over and she held on tight for the ride. It was the first time I could ever remember truly losing myself within another person.
And it seemed, at least for now, that her presence kept my demons at bay.