Chapter 64 Unending
AVA
My back barely hit the mattress before Liam was on top of me, pressing me down, making sure I felt every inch of him, hard, heavy, and aching against me. His hands gripped my wrists, pinning them above my head as his mouth moved down my neck, down my chest, his breath hot against my skin.
"You drive me fucking insane, Snowflakes," he rasped. "All night, teasing me. You wanted me like this, didn’t you?"
I whimpered as his teeth scraped my collarbone, his tongue soothing over the mark. My body arched into him, desperate for more, desperate for anything.
"You're already shaking for me." He let out a low chuckle, dark and knowing.
His hands slid down my arms, down my ribs, gripping my thighs and yanking them apart as he settled between them. My underwear was soaked, shamelessly so and he groaned when he felt it, his fingers trailing over the damp lace.
"Fuck, Ava." His voice was rough, raw. "You’re this wet from just a kiss?"
My breath hitched as he hooked a finger under the waistband, teasing, just barely grazing where I needed him.
"Liam…"
"Shh, baby." His other hand slid up, gripping my jaw, forcing me to look at him. "You don’t get to rush me. I’ve waited all fucking night to do this to you."
And then his fingers slipped inside, slow, deliberate, dragging against my wetness in a way that had me gasping, my nails digging into the sheets. He took his time exploring, stroking, watching every reaction like he was memorizing me, learning what made me squirm, what made my breath hitch, what made my thighs tremble around him.
"Look at you," he murmured, voice thick with need. "Fucking perfect. So desperate for me, aren't you?"
I couldn’t answer. Not when he curled his fingers just right, sending white-hot pleasure crashing through me.
"That's okay. I already know." He smirked, eyes dark and wicked.
And then he was gone, leaving me panting, aching. I barely had time to protest before he gripped my hips, flipping me onto my stomach and dragging me to the edge of the bed.
I barely had time to catch my breath before his hands were gripping my hips, pulling me up onto my knees, my cheek pressed against the mattress. The anticipation was unbearable, every second stretching into something torturous as he traced his fingertips down my spine, making me shiver.
"You look so pretty like this," he murmured, dragging his thumb along the curve of my ass. "All spread out for me. Waiting for me."
I whimpered, pushing back against him, silently begging, but he only chuckled darkly.
"Needy little thing," he mused, sliding his hands down to my thighs, kneading them, spreading them wider. "I should make you wait longer. Make you beg for it properly."
"Liam, please," I breathed, my voice shaking.
That was all it took.
His grip tightened, his body pressing over mine, the heat of him scorching against my back. "That’s my good girl," he murmured against my ear, his voice thick with hunger. "So fucking sweet when you beg."
And then, pure, mind-numbing, toe-curling bliss.
He slammed into me with a force that sent a sharp cry tearing from my lips, stretching me open, filling me in a way that stole every coherent thought from my mind. His hands were everywhere, gripping my hips, sliding up to my waist, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
"Fuck, baby," he groaned, dragging himself out slowly before thrusting back in, setting a pace that was brutal, relentless. "You feel so fucking good."
I was gone, completely, utterly wrecked by him. Every stroke sent shockwaves through my body, pleasure winding tighter, hotter, unbearable.
God! He wasn’t holding back.
One hand slipped into my hair, gripping, pulling me up so my back arched against him. His lips brushed against my ear, his breath hot, his voice a low growl.
"You love this, don’t you?" he rasped. "Being fucked like this. Letting me take you, use you."
"Yes," I gasped, my nails digging into the sheets. "Yes, yes! Fuck yes, please"
"Good girl." His hand slid around my throat, holding me still as he picked up his pace, slamming into me deeper, harder, his control slipping. "I want you to come for me, Snowflakes. Come while I’m deep inside you, while I’m ruining you."
And with that, I shattered hard.
My body clenched around him, pleasure crashing over me like a tidal wave, my moan breaking into something desperate and breathless. Liam groaned, his grip tightening as he buried himself deep, his own release following, his body shuddering against mine.
For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me against his chest, holding me as if he could keep me there forever.
Then, his lips pressed against my temple, his voice rough, possessive.
"You're mine, Ava. Say it."
I swallowed hard, my body still trembling. "I'm yours."
A dark, satisfied smirk curled his lips.
"Good girl."
I was still trembling, my body aching most deliciously, my limbs limp against the mattress. But Liam wasn’t fucking done.
I felt his fingers trace slow, lazy circles down my spine before gripping my waist and rolling me onto my back. His eyes were dark, filled with hunger and burning with possession.
"Not nearly done with you yet," he murmured, voice thick, almost threatening.
I barely had time to process what he meant before his hands were on me, parting my thighs, fingers sliding through the mess he’d made of me. I gasped, my body jerking at the sensitivity, but he held me down with one strong hand on my stomach.
"You can take it," he said, dragging his fingers through my slick folds. "You’ll take everything I give you."
"Liam, I"
My words died in my throat when he sank two fingers deep inside me, curling them just right, making my back arch off the bed.
"You're still so wet for me," he muttered, his other hand moving to pin my wrists above my head. "Like your body knows it’s mine. Knows I’m the only one who can make you feel like this."
I whimpered, my hips lifting off the bed, desperate for more. He smirked. Slow, calculated and deadly.
"You want more?" he mused, his thumb brushing over my clit in the lightest, most agonizing touch.
"Yes," I choked out, my thighs trembling. "Please, Liam."
That was all he needed.
With a dark chuckle, he lowered himself between my legs, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. I barely had time to brace myself before his mouth was on me, hot, wet, devastating.
I cried out, my body jerking as his tongue dragged slow, torturous circles around my clit. He groaned against me, like he was savoring every second, like he was never planning to stop.
"You taste so fucking good," he muttered, gripping my thighs and spreading me wider. "You were made for me, baby."
I couldn’t even respond. My mind was gone, fractured, as he devoured me with obscene hunger.
"Liam," I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling, but he only growled, pinning my hips down.
"Don’t run from it," he commanded. "Take it."
Then he sucked my clit between his lips and I shattered.
The orgasm ripped through me, a violent, earth-shattering sound, leaving me sobbing as I clung to him. But Liam wasn’t stopping.
"Oh, baby," he purred, sliding back up my body, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my stomach, my ribs, my throat. "We’re just getting started."
He lined himself up, thrusting inside me in one deep, punishing stroke.
My cry was swallowed by his mouth, his kiss bruising, claiming.
"You think I was done with you?" he rasped against my lips, driving into me harder, deeper. "I’m not stopping until you can’t even remember your own fucking name."