Chapter Thirteen.
The Affair.
She was lying under Liam in the dark bedroom writhing against his hot, naked length. She was in his arms and he was doing all the wicked delicious things she had always dreamed he would do to her.
He was skimming his fingers over her everywhere, loving her with his lips and exploring tongue.
She was a frightened, young girl again, trapped beneath a man, a vicious man whose rough hands tore her body.
He shifted his weight beside her, staring at her in the dark. Gently his hands brushed her cheeks.
"Your eyes are wild, and glassy".
He said as he drew closer.
"I have always wanted you and I feel terrible about it".
His breath against her ear made ear tremble.
He kissed her brows and then her temples with warm lips that soothed.
He kissed her, but tenderly, sweetly, undemanding.
Soon his touches and kisses had her so dizzy with desire she forgot everything except her need to be with him.
When he finally put on a condom and slid into her, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, moaning, clinging, so that he could sink deeper–oh, so much deeper–before he rode her. Then she clung to him and wept.
When his passion made him drive into her harder, his need to claim her primitive and demanding, she reveled in it, bracing herself for the power of his thrusts, for the pleasure of them, arching her hips to meet them, needing this forceful mating as much as he did.
She circled his strong shoulders with her arms and surrendered with a completeness that stunned her, that wiped her clean of everything but her fierce desire to belong to him.
When finally he shuddered as he found his release, he cried out her name as if she were everything to him, and the sound of it made her sizzle and come in a blazingly glorious explosion of her own.
For a long time after that, she held on to him, their hands locked, their damp brows touching
"You are so sweet. You are everything to me", he whispered.
"Everything".
Drowsiness set in as she laid down quietly in his arms.
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Regret flowed through her.
Her morning alarm beeped, alerting her she got out of bed and opened her eyes to see that just the lower part of her body was clad with the duvet. She checked the duvet underneath to see her breaststroke slip out in their full glory.
A fresh wave of heat rushed to her cheeks, part anger, part something else she didn't dare name.
She gasped in shock and looked so shy as she averted her gaze away from him.
Liam was still in the room. He stood still as he prepared himself ready for the day. He gaze fixed on her intensely.
" Good morning!" He greeted her first.
"Good morning" she responded dryly, avoiding his fixed gaze.
She tried to get out of bed but winced in the process, her legs were so sore she could barely move them.
"What have you done to me?" She yelled, swallowing hard, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Her head ached in the process, she felt dizzy and tipsy as she tried to recall. She tried her best to remember what happened last night.
She remembered the way his hands had gripped her thighs, the desperate tug of her blouse over her head, the taste of whiskey still on his tongue as he kissed her like she belonged to him.