Chapter 155 Letting Out all My Desires

Chapter 155 Letting Out all My Desires
Letting out all my Desires

Liam’s POV

I couldn’t hold myself up anymore.

I dropped to my knees in front of him, tears pouring down my face as I begged him to say something. My voice shook so badly I could barely get the words out. Every terrible thought that had been eating away at me came rushing back, and I was certain I had ruined his life forever.

“I’m so sorry.” I said as tears dropped from my eyes. “I missed you so much. If anything had happened to you, I wouldn’t be able to live.”

“I’m not angry with you,” he said softly, his voice still weak but filled with warmth. “I missed you too. I thought I might never be able to see you again. I love you, Liam.”

His words hit me harder than anything else could have. Before I could say another word, he pulled me into his arms and held me so tightly it felt like he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go. I buried my face against his shoulder, crying even harder as the weight I’d been carrying finally started to lift.

Rosalie quietly motioned for everyone to leave. No one argued. One by one they walked out, giving us the privacy we needed. When the door finally clicked shut, the room became silent except for our breathing.

Dylan gently cupped my face with both hands and looked at me for a long moment. His eyes searched mine as if he needed to be sure I was really standing in front of him. Then he leaned in and kissed me, slowly and gently, pouring every unspoken feeling into that single moment.

When we finally pulled apart, I told him everything that had happened while he was unconscious. I told him how frightened everyone had been, how close we had come to losing him, and how much everyone had been praying for him to wake up. There were still so many questions we didn’t have answers to, but at least we would face them together.

Later, with the help of one of the nurses, I carefully walked him to the bathroom. He was still weak, leaning on me for support every few steps. Once we got there, I started running warm water for a bath, hoping it would help him relax after everything his body had been through.

As I helped him, something caught my attention. The strange mark that had once spread across part of his skin had almost completely disappeared. I stared at it for a moment, barely believing my eyes. It looked as though it had never been there in the first place.

As I continued helping him bathe, the quiet closeness between us grew stronger. We found comfort in simply being together after everything we had survived. 

“I told you once that it doesn’t look sexy when you try to control your desires.” Dylan said with a mischievous smile.

“Hearing your voice and the sound of your breathing is enough to satisfy my desires.” I said. “I will do the rest when you recover.”

“Come on, let’s bathe together.” Dylan said as he started unbuttoning my shirt.

“There is no lubricant here.” I said, trying to stop him but he pulled my shirt off.

“It’s not like we use lubricant all the time.” He said and brought his face closer to mine. I could feel his breath on my lips. “Fuck me already, I’ve missed that shit.”

I pulled off my clothes immediately and stepped into the bath tub.

Dylan looked up at me, but his lips as he looked down on my hard cock. He slowly stood up and started kissing my chest down to sucking my nipples.

“Shit!” I moaned.

I pulled his face closer to mine and kissed him as we sat in the tub full of bubbles, with his back against my chest.

I kept kissing him and slowly took his cock in my hand, rubbing it under water while he moaned.

After a while, I sat on the edge of the tub and Dylan took my cock in his mouth, sucking it like he’s missed his lollipop for years. His hand was on it the whole time, twisting and squeezing gently like he was holding it still from slipping.

“Dylan…” I moaned as I felt my dick reach his throat, he nearly gagged.

I carried him to the bathroom vanity, placed him on it and thrusted in.

“Uff! Ahh!” He moaned as I thrusted in and out.

The moment was interrupted when he suddenly winced and reached for his waist, a sharp pain reminding us that his body still had a long way to heal.

“Don’t stop.” He muttered immediately as he grabbed my shoulders.

“But you’re in…”

“Please… I’m begging you.” He said. “I’m okay.”

I held his legs so that it wouldn't move too fast, causing him pain again while I slowly thrusted in.

After we dried off and got dressed, I helped Dylan back to his room. He was still weak, so I stayed close, making sure he didn't lose his balance. Once he settled onto the bed, I climbed in beside him and wrapped my arms around him, holding him gently.

A movie played quietly on the television, but neither of us was really watching it. I was too busy listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing, letting it remind me that he was alive. After everything we'd been through, that simple sound meant more to me than anything else.

I allowed myself to relax. The fear that had been squeezing my heart since the day he collapsed slowly began to fade. I tightened my arms around him just a little, silently thanking whatever miracle had brought him back to me and kept me safe.

Then my phone started buzzing on the nightstand, breaking the peaceful silence.

I reached over and picked it up. Vivian's name flashed across the screen.

The moment I answered, her excited voice came through the speaker.

“Rosalie's throwing a welcome-back gathering for Dylan,” she said without even stopping to greet me. “Everyone's already getting ready. You two need to come downstairs.”