Alicia's POV
I thought it was over.
When Liam finally pulled me off the glass, my legs weak, my throat raw from moaning his name, I thought he would let me collapse. My body screamed for rest, every nerve buzzing, every muscle trembling.
But I should have known better.
Because the moment I sagged against him, his lips curved in that cruel, devastating smirk. His arms tightened around me, lifting me as though I weighed nothing. "You didn't think I was finished, did you?"
"Liam, I....I can't," I whispered, my voice cracked, broken.
"Yes, you can," he murmured darkly, carrying me toward the bedroom. "And you will."
The sound of his voice alone sent another wave of heat rolling through me, shameful and unstoppable. My body betrayed me, responding even when my mind screamed that I was too far gone. He knew. He always knew.
He tossed me onto the bed, I bounced, the sheets cool against my fevered skin. Standing at the foot, he unbuttoned his shirt slowly, deliberately, each reveal of skin another taunt. His eyes burned into mine the entire time, daring me to look away. I couldn't.
When he finally joined me, hovering above, I shivered. His touch was fire and ice all at once, tracing every curve of my exhausted body as though memorizing me anew.
"You'll break for me again," he said, his lips brushing mine. "And again. Until the sun rises."
I whimpered, shaking my head, but when he kissed me…..hard, merciless... I couldn't do anything, I couldn't stop him.
I surrendered all over again.
Liam's POV
The night was mine.
She thought she couldn't take more. That was exactly why I had to show her she could. Because limits didn't exist between us...not when her body begged even as her lips whispered no.
I devoured her again, and again, and again.
Each time she collapsed, trembling, swearing she couldn't, I proved her wrong. I coaxed another cry from her lips, another desperate arch of her back, another surrender. She shattered in my arms over and over, each time rawer, each time deeper, until her tears mingled with sweat and pleasure.
And God, she was perfect like this.
Not the polished employee, not the guarded woman who glared at me in meetings, but the Alicia who unraveled beneath me. The Alicia who couldn't hide the way her body worshipped my touch. The Alicia who didn't realize she was mine more with every gasp of my name.
Hours blurred into nothing. The city went quiet outside, the sky shifting from deep night to gray, but still, I didn't stop. I took her to the edge, pulled her back, and drove her over it again until she had no sense of time, no sense of self...only me.
By the final time, when her voice was gone and her body limp against me, I slowed. For once, I softened. My hands gentled, holding her as if she were something precious, not something to conquered.
Her lashes fluttered, exhaustion clouding those defiant eyes. "Liam…" It was a broken whisper, raw and pleading, but filled with something else too. Something dangerously close to devotion.
I kissed her temple, letting my lips linger. "Enough," I murmured, finally granting her mercy.
Her body sagged with relief, a faint, delirious smile curving her lips even as her eyes closed.
I stood up and went into the bathroom to get a wet warm towel to clean up her body. She was asleep and oblivious to me cleaning her up,so she will be able to sleep well.
Dawn light spilled across the sheets, gilding her skin in gold. She looked wrecked, marked, mine....and I'd never seen anything more beautiful.
I brushed a strand of damp hair from her face. "You're not going into the office today."
Her brow furrowed faintly, half-asleep. "What?"
"You heard me." My voice was softer now, a rare edge of tenderness threading through the steel. "You've earned a day off. Rest. Heal. Because when I want you again, I expect you ready."
Her lips parted, as if to argue, but sleep dragged her under before she could speak.
I lay beside her, pulling her into my chest, letting her breathing even against me. For a moment…..just a moment...I let the darkness fade.
And as the sun rose, painting her in light, I realized I wasn't just teaching her submission.
I was teaching myself what it meant to need someone too.