Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 44666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
I don’t have time to process the revelation. He’s already dragging the head of his lubed cock through my wetness, sparking me to life all over again. His slick digits probe my back hole, an uncomfortable yet arousing way of preparing me for him. One finger, then two, easing in and out with a measured rhythm, coaxing me open until I’m groaning from the stretch.
I try to relax and match his rhythm, but tension flares as I brace for more. Then, with a low grunt, he pushes into my ass, and despite the preparation, it’s an abrupt intrusion that’s far more painful than I remember.
“It’s too much!”
“Relax, my sweet girl. Breathe through it. Let your body take me in.” Liam’s voice has never been so gravelly or strained. Holding my wrists to the mattress, he drives himself deeper.
“Fuck, that’s good.” His voice roughens as he shudders through the sensation. “Do you feel that? You’re taking me so well.”
I bite my lip to stifle a whimper and try not to bear down, but the burn is relentless. “It hurts.”
“I know it does, but you have to get through the pain to find the pleasure. So feel the pain, hate it with all your soul, but know it’s necessary.” His gruff words brush my nape. “Give in and accept it.”
As he continues to open me up, his thrusts quick and urgent, I can’t help but understand the double meaning of his words.
“I can’t accept it.”
“Yes, you can.”
“I can’t!”
“I won’t let this grief kill you. Sebastian wouldn’t want that.”
Sebastian.
His name roars through my ears, awakening the agony all over again. Unbidden, a sob bursts free. But I don’t want to cry anymore. I don’t want to hurt anymore.
Liam’s determined to make me do both. “Cry until you can’t cry another second.” With every deliberate thrust of his cock, he drags out another sob. “Remember him and accept the pain. Embrace it until it no longer hurts.”
Memories of Sebastian flood my mind—his teasing blue eyes, the way he painted my portrait like I was special, how he felt inside me, claiming what he could. His touch and his love had filled me so completely.
Just like Liam’s doing now.
I wail harder than I ever have, my ass taking the brunt of his cock. Acceptance tears me open, bulldozing through my walls as if they were never there at all.
“He’s gone.”
Liam slows his pace, his thick shaft gliding between my cheeks as he brushes a hand over my hair. His thumb strokes my damp cheekbone, wiping away liquid grief.
“He’s really gone,” I weep.
“That’s it. Let it go.” His words follow the cadence of his thrusts, edged with a tenderness that sends a familiar shiver down my back. It’s unsettling, the way every hard inch of him moves inside me, his groin rocking against my backside, steady like the sea.
“He’s not coming back.”
“No, he’s not.” His warm lips hover at my ear. “But you’re going to be okay, because you’re the most astounding woman I’ve known, strong and capable of great things, and this will not break you.”
His fervent vow heats my stomach, igniting a spark in my core, dulling the burn.
“Liam…you feel…”
“Tell me.”
“You feel good.”
“You feel perfect,” he rasps, his hips building rhythm again. “Perfect and mine.”
I can’t be his.
“No.” The objection echoes in my thoughts, and I shake my head. “I can’t.”
“Yes,” he hisses, on the threshold of climax. “You can. You are.”
I can argue with him until I’m out of breath, but my body doesn’t lie. Whether I like it or not, Liam Castle will always have a hold on me.
As my bitter tears soak through the bedding, something raw shudders down my spine, fraying me with dangerous abandon.
“Make me come,” I choke out, the words heavy with regret and shame. Both press into me like Liam, each thrust a fierce mark of his ownership.
“You feel so damn amazing. Hell, you drive me out of my mind. I have no control.” His muscles tense, and with a final thrust, he locks into place. A guttural sound rips from his chest as he spills into me, deep and unrelenting—as if claiming every inch of what’s finally his.
Still riding the tail of his orgasm, Liam rolls to his back and takes me with him. He parts my legs, slips two fingers inside, and lets his thumb become a merciless tease on my clit.
“I need more,” I say, bowing my spine, bringing his touch deeper.
“Greedy girl.” He tugs on my hair, then slides his hand to the back of my neck. My head tilts under his control as he takes my mouth in a desperate kiss, his tongue thrashing against mine. I can’t help but rock into him, chasing every ounce of friction he’ll give me.
Abruptly, he breaks our lip lock. “You’d better come before I want round two.” Even as he issues the warning, his spent cock twitches against my ass cheeks, threatening to grow once more.