Chapter 195 Chapter 195 Devereux
Liam closes my bedroom door softly with his foot and places me down. Our lips separate, but I lean toward him again and he chuckles softly. My hands work faster than I want them to, unbuttoning his dress shirt. He releases my hips just long enough to let the shirt fall to the floor.
My sweater goes over my head, and he kisses me softly as it finally passes my face. His hands move quickly to my jeans, undoing the button and sliding the zipper down.
He gets on his knees and pulls my jeans all the way down. His hands grip my hips as he looks up at me.
“Damn, you don’t look like you’ve had three kids,” he says, kissing my stomach before slowly moving to my thighs.
I whimper under his lips because it’s been a long time since I’ve been touched and kissed this way. His fingers working their way inside my thong, sliding it down to the floor.
“That’s because I didn’t,” I say, pulling him back up. “Constantine I adopted. Catori and Katia were conceived through IVF and born via surrogates. I can’t have kids the natural way.”
Liam pulls back, studying me for a brief moment.
“Constantine looks exactly like Ivan.”
“He is his son. A son he had the old-fashioned way with someone else.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to pry.”
“It’s fine. You’re not. We haven’t talked about that.”
His hand reaches behind me, unhooking my bra. He slides the straps down my arms. His hands move back up, brushing against my nipples. My body moves toward him again, my heart beating so loudly it feels impossible to hide.
I lean against the wall, tracing the Celtic knotwork tattooed across his chest. Slowly, my fingers move over the design, over every hard muscle beneath his skin, lower and lower while he watches me.
My hand lands on the button of his dress pants. He gasps like it’s been a long time since anyone touched him there. I undo the button and unzip him, letting his pants pool at his feet. I look down at his Prada boxer briefs and laugh softly.
“What’s so funny?” he moans out because my fingers are tracing his impressive outline through the fabric.
He strains against the boxer briefs and my mouth waters with anticipation.
“Constantine has the same boxers.”
“Your son has expensive taste, like his father I’m sure.”
I shake my head. “Ivan didn’t know him until Constantine was five. He’s been in designer underwear since he was a toddler.”
I need to stop talking about my kids and fuck this beautifully patient man. I drop to my knees and he grunts before I even put my hands on him.
My fingers trail across the band of his underwear before sliding inside and pulling them down.
His cock springs free, almost hitting me in the face. I suppress another laugh and take him in my hand. God, he’s heavy. I part my lips and slide him into my mouth. His hand instantly moves to the top of my head, sliding to the back as he guides me, showing me exactly how he likes it.
I take him as deep as I can. I choke around him, making absolutely filthy sounds, but every single one pulls another moan from him.
“Just like that,” he says, his voice rough.
I pick up my pace, cradling his balls with one hand while spit covers my chin and drips down my chest. Liam’s entire body stiffens.
“Fuck...” he groans. “I’m going to come.”
He swells harder in my mouth before spilling himself. I swallow while he’s still deep inside my mouth, then let him slide out slowly while I look up at him.
Liam lifts me effortlessly, carrying me to the bed. He tosses me down gently and drops to the edge of the mattress.
“My turn,” he grins as his hands wrap around my ankles and pull me toward his face.
His tongue moves carefully through my folds, circling my clit, teasing me with such precision that my entire body reacts instantly. Both of his hands slide along my inner thighs, driving me absolutely insane. Then he slides two fingers inside me and twists them just right.
“Oh God...” I moan out.
“Pray to me, baby,” he says, and I don’t even need to see his face to know he’s grinning.
“God, your ego is really fucking big.”
“You should know,” he says, his thumb rubbing my clit. “It was just in your mouth.”
My orgasm hits so fast my entire body trembles in his hands. Liam keeps his pace steady while everything around me fades. My emotions come pouring out too fast, too hard. Tears threaten at the corners of my eyes. I don’t even notice him moving back over me until he’s there.
“Are you okay?” he asks, suddenly too concerned.
I look up at him and he smiles, lazy and devastating, curls falling over his forehead. Sweat still clings to his skin, tattoos shifting over hard muscle every time he moves. God, this man is beautiful. Not in the polished way magazines capture him. Not in the arrogant smirk splashed across tabloids.
This version of Liam belongs to me alone.
Liam taps himself against my entrance.
“Is it okay if I come in?”
“You are something else,” I laugh, and he catches the sound instantly.
His lips crash into mine as he slides inside me without warning.
Liam’s thrusts are needy and desperate, but still controlled. Suddenly, he pulls back, gathering my legs together before twisting me onto my side and continuing to move in and out of me.
“Nothing I ever imagined compares to how you actually feel,” he groans against my skin. “I love being inside you.”