Chapter 33: Isabelle
I don’t have a slow time waking up like I normally would when allowed to wake on my own. I feel someone trying to move me and at first, I panic torn between wanting to pull the warmth to me and needing to get away as fast as possible. At first, I reach for it, wanting it close. Then I hear Liams voice trying to soothe me and try to move me again. That’s when I register the steel rod against my leg. My eyes snap open and up to meet his gaze.
“Liam.” I know I should be more fearful than I am. I know what happens when a man gets like this. Alessandro is my only experience, and it was never a good one. It always hurts. I always bled, and moving the next day was never easy. While I am afraid, something else takes over me, something I haven’t ever felt. My nipples tighten under my shirt, the heat from the night before comes back stronger now, and wetness pools between my legs where it begins to throb. I don’t know what I was thinking asking him to stay last night, I just wanted to be safe and sleep with the peace that I felt with him there. it was the best sleep I ever had, but now I’m not sure it was a very good idea.
I feel Liam tense under me, he freezes. He looks just as panicked as I feel, like he isn’t sure what to do. It is a weird thing to see on a mafia man’s face, let alone the bosses.
“You asked me to stay with you. I couldn’t say no, you looked to freaked out when I tried to leave.”
“I know.” I tell him. I don’t want him to think I don’t remember that. I’m just not sure how we ended up like we are now. As if reading my mind he responds.
“We moved in our sleep.” He smiles softly at me. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I was just trying to move your leg, its umm well it’s kind of.” He waves his hand towards his crotch. I know what he is trying to say, my face heats. I start to slide my leg away from his groin. He closes his eyes tight and groans, grabbing my leg to stop my movement.
“Baby, I know you aren’t trying to but you’re going to make me bust in my pants. You can’t drag it across me like that.” In the next move he lifts my leg just enough so he can turn to face me resting it on his hip. My head slides off his chest and onto his arm. He keeps his eyes shut and one hand on my knee. I just watch him. With his face scrunched up, he almost looks like he is in pain. I have no idea what possesses my next actions only that I need to offer him comfort like he offers me. I lift my hand and bring it to his face. I start to try and smooth out the lines of his brow, then lightly run my finger over his nose and he relaxes, I lean forward bringing my lips to his. I kiss him, it’s soft and sweet. He kisses me back running his tongue against the seem of my lip and I willing open for him. Desperation clawing at me. I’ve been thinking about kissing him again for days, I want it as much as I want my next breath, because kissing him makes breathing easier.
He keeps the kiss as it started but as it continues something inside me grows. The wetness increases, the heat boils, and my nipples could cut glass. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself closer together. So close our chests are smashed together, causing my nipples to rub against him sending a shot straight to the spot that throbs between my legs. I make a noise I’ve never made before; Liam swallows it and responds with a growl kissing me harder, pulling me more into him, hand shifting from my knee sliding up my leg to my hip while the arm I’m laying on cradles my head. The pressure he applies to my hip should scare me, it’s hot, heavy, strong, and possessive. All the things I normally don’t like, but like with everything with Liam, its different, I welcome it. So much so that I bring myself closer still eliminating the last little bit of space between us. My core hits his length. Hitting that spot that was throbbing now sending a new sensation through my entire body, something I haven’t felt before. I make that noise again and start to move my hips seeking that feeling out again. When I find the right way to move, the noises come more and more, with each jerky movement I make a pressure builds and builds. To the point I must break the kiss, keeping my eyes closed tipping my head back, panting hard but not wanting to stop.
“Fuck baby. You sound so sexy when you moan like that for me.” He leans forward placing kisses down my neck. It only adds to the feeling. “You are so wet I can feel it through your clothes and mine.” He groans into my neck, his breath coming just has hard as mine. When his words hit my head, I start to stutter my movements, feeling embarrassed. Maybe that isn’t supposed to happen. I don’t want to stop but I do and start to pull away. Liam snaps his head up to look at me. First with confusion, he searches my face and must see what I am trying to hide. He grabs my hip tighter and starts to move me back to rhythm. “Please baby, don’t stop. You feel so good against me, and I can tell you enjoy it.” He leans forward kissing me again, kissing away the embarrassment, kissing away the thoughts until I’m moving on my own again.
“Fuck that’s it.” He breaks the kiss to say, only to drive back in kissing me even harder than before. That feeling, the pressure feels like it’s about to explode inside me. I pull back this time, the moaning reaching a new high as I grab hold on to his shoulders digging my nails in and as I fall headfirst off the proverbial edge. I scream as my eye lose sight going dark and for the first time ever in my life, not a way that scares me. I can feel wetness gush out of me, but I can’t even be bothered to care as my body locks up tight before going as limp as a wet noodle.
“Good girl. So, fucking beautiful.” Liam keeps moving me, slower, sending smaller sensations through me, bringing me down slowly until it becomes too much, and I start jerking to not have that pressure there. He chuckles a little bit leaning forward to press a long lingering kiss. It is the sweetest kiss we have shared, and I feel like he is trying to tell me something without words. Leaning back, he brushes the hair that came lose from my hair away from my forehead, looking into my eyes, that are hooded and heavy. “Close your eyes, go back to sleep it’s still early.”
He starts moving away. I widen my eyes as much as I can, I still don’t want him to leave, I whimper.
“Shh now. I’m not going anywhere.” He lays back on his back and pulls me to him so I’m practically laying only on him and not the bed at all. He rubs his hand up and down my back soothing me quickly back into sleep. But not before I think I hear him mumble to himself.
“My Anam Cara. I’ll never leave you.”