Chapter 45 Mine
Liam Carter
She was still trembling in my arms when I carried her out of the bathroom.
Bare. Warm. Fucking perfect.
Her skin was flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses, and she still had that dazed, wrecked look in her eyes, the one that told me she had finally stopped fighting this.
Stopped fighting us.
But I wasn’t done with her yet.
Not even close.
I walked straight to the full-length mirror across from the bed, shifting her in my arms until her feet touched the floor, her back against my chest.
She blinked, still catching her breath, still hazy from the orgasm I’d just given her in the shower. But the moment she realized what I was doing, what I wanted, her eyes darkened, her lips parting slightly.
I ran my hands up her arms, over her shoulders, down to her waist, pressing her even closer to me.
"Look at yourself," I murmured against her ear, watching her in the mirror.
She tried to glance away, but I caught her chin, tilting her face back toward the glass.
"Don’t," I warned, my voice rough. "I want you to see what I see. How fucking gorgeous you are. How perfect you look when you’re mine."
Her breath hitched.
I kissed her shoulder, my fingers tracing down her stomach, my other hand splaying against her hip, gripping her tightly.
Her body arched into me, desperate, needy, already losing herself in me.
I wanted her to watch.
I needed her to watch.
Because after tonight, there would be no more questions. No more doubts.
She belonged to me.
She let out a soft moan when I dipped my fingers between her thighs, dragging them over her slick heat, teasing, stroking, making her body shudder against mine.
"Fuck, baby," I groaned, watching her eyes flutter closed, her lips parting as I slid a finger inside her, slow and deep. "Still so fucking wet for me."
She gasped, her nails digging into my forearm as I curled my fingers, hitting that spot that made her tremble.
"Liam"
"Open your eyes," I demanded. "Look at how fucking beautiful you are when you’re falling apart for me."
She whimpered, forcing her heavy lashes open, her gaze locking onto our reflection.
The sight was fucking devastating.
Her, naked and writhing against me, her head against my shoulder, her thighs quivering, her nipples hard and flushed
And me, behind her. Claiming her.
Mine.
She moaned, her breath shallow, her body tightening around my fingers, her hips rocking against my hand, desperate for more.
But I wasn’t going to let her come just yet.
I pulled my fingers out, ignoring her sharp inhale of frustration, and lifted them to her lips.
"Taste yourself," I whispered, pushing them against her mouth.
Her lips parted without hesitation, her tongue flicking over my fingers, sucking them in, her dark eyes burning into mine in the mirror.
I growled.
"Fuck"
I spun her around, lifting her again, and her legs wrapped around my waist as I carried her to the bed.
She gasped when I laid her down, her body stretching out against the sheets, flushed and glistening, so fucking ready for me.
And I couldn’t wait any longer.
I spread her thighs wide, positioning myself between them, my tip pressing against her entrance, teasing her, making her squirm.
Her eyes were wild, her chest rising and falling, her hands fisting the sheets as she whispered, "Please."
I groaned, bracing myself over her, watching every tiny reaction as I pushed inside her dripping wet pussy
Slow. Deep.
Her sharp cry shot straight to my cock, and I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to go slow, even though all I wanted to do was pound into her, claim her over and over again until she could never deny what she already knew.
I owned her.
And she loved it.
Her nails raked down my back as I started moving, my strokes slow and deep, making her feel every inch of me.
She whimpered, her body arching, her legs tightening around my waist.
"Liam," she moaned, breathless.
"Say it again, baby." I grinned against her lips.
She gasped when I thrust harder, deeper, hitting that spot, her entire body trembling.
"Liam! Fuck, please"
I snapped.
I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head, and drove into her harder, making the bed shake, making her cry out, making her feel exactly who she belonged to.
"You’re mine, Ava," I growled against her mouth, my thrusts relentless, my grip bruising.
She was close. I could feel it in the way her walls clenched around me, in the way her body tightened, in the way she gasped every time I hit deep inside her.
"Come for me," I ordered, my hand slipping between us, rubbing circles over her clit. "Come all over my fucking cock, baby."
A strangled sob left her lips as her body shattered beneath me, her back arching, her nails digging into my arms as she screamed my name.
I wasn’t far behind.
The second she pulsed around me, gripping me like a fucking vice, my own orgasm tore through me, stealing my breath, wrecking me completely.
I buried my face in her neck, groaning against her skin, my body tensing, my grip on her tightening as I emptied myself inside her.
For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing, the faint echo of her moans still lingering in the air, the scent of sex surrounding us.
And then…silence.
I pulled back slightly, brushing her damp hair away from her face, kissing her forehead, her cheek, her lips, slow and soft this time, savoring her.
She looked up at me, her eyes still heavy with exhaustion and pleasure, her fingers trailing down my chest.
"So," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, "what happens now?"
I smirked, rolling onto my side, pulling her into my arms.
"What happens now," I muttered, pressing my lips to her ear, "is that you’re mine, baby." I kissed her shoulder. "Officially." Another kiss, this time against her neck. "No more running. No more bullshit."
She shivered, pressing herself closer to me, her breathing steadying.
"Liam"
"You’re my girlfriend," I whispered, my lips brushing her temple. "And I’m never letting you go."
A small smile played on her lips.
And this time
This time, she didn’t argue.
She just curled into my chest, exhaling softly, her fingers tracing lazy circles against my skin.
And for the first time in a long fucking time, I felt it.
Peace.
Because Ava?
She was finally mine.