Vivian's POV
"You need to get some rest, Vivian."
I pressed my face against the curve of his throat, letting my lips brush against his skin while my hand worked slowly along his pierced length. Liam went rigid beneath me, his arms pulling me closer against him.
"Is that really what you want?" I murmured against his neck. "For me to just lie here and rest?"
Something had shifted inside me tonight. Maybe it was hearing Liam finally tell me about the woman who shattered his heart years ago. Maybe it was when he admitted he'd stopped loving her long before now.
Or maybe it was the way he practically declared he'd pick me over his own mother without hesitation. Though this wasn't the first time he'd made such declarations.
Liam's breathing caught when I traced my thumb over the metal bar beneath his tip. I placed another soft kiss against his pulse point, moving lower along his throat.
"You're absolutely incredible," he said roughly, though his voice had gone gravelly with want.
