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Story: Feral Beauty
He growled low. “Don’t stop. Use me, Viv.”
Oh, she planned to use him, all right. There was no stopping the delectable energy building at her center. She took her pleasure and enjoyed every second of the ride. Tension built inside her. Climbing. Spiraling. No more holding back. Sparks exploded through her nerve endings. In an instant, her orgasm swept over her, hitting hard and fast. She cried out, her body possessed by pleasure. Lights dotted her vision. Reality took flight.
“Fuck,” Liam grated as though pained. “Feel you gripping me.”
As the embers cooled, she collapsed against him, panting.
“Viv?” His voice came from a distance. “Tearing your scarves, honey.”
“Mmm,” she mumbled her agreement. She wanted him free. Wanted him to touch her. Trusted his hands on her skin would only bring pleasure, not pain.
Calloused palms rubbed her back. He rolled her beneath him, keeping them connected. Though she believed herself sated, with one thrust, he rekindled that fire.
“Viv? You okay with this?” he asked with a long stroke of his beautiful cock.
Through a lust-filled haze, she registered his straining body, the sweat on his skin, the harsh lines on his face. It was taking everything he had to hold himself back, and yet he did for her.
To her utter delight, his weight didn’t infuse her with panic. No feeling of being vulnerable or trapped. In that glorious moment, he fulfilled every one of her darkest fantasies of him. “Oui, mon coeur,” she agreed with a firm roll of her hips. To clear up any remaining confusion, she snaked her leg over his brawny ass, urging him deeper. “Fuck me, Liam,” she whispered against his ear.
He groaned, muttering against her neck, “Finally, an order I can get on board with.” Then he followed her command, thrusting hard. He supported his powerful body on his arms, driving into her. She gripped his shoulders and dug her nails into his back. All she could do was hold on while he moved faster, harder.
In seconds, she was close again. “Take me with you,” she groaned.
“I’ve got you, Beauty.” He shifted, finding the perfect angle to engage her clit. Two strokes, and she went flying. As the orgasm soared through her, she wrapped her legs around him and dug in her heels, spurring his ass.
“Liam,” she cried out.
He answered with a roar, thrusting hard and deep, grinding against her. He threw back his head, thick cords of muscle straining in his neck, his powerful body lost to the pleasure they shared.
Seeing him lose control filled Vivian with a sense of power. She’d done that to him. Driven him to the point of madness. He was breathtaking, like some victorious gladiator.
As his breathing slowed, he didn’t collapse, crushing her with his weight. Even then, he took care not to hurt her. Again, he rolled, placing her on top of him. His arm around her back, protective, not trapping.
She rested her head on his peck, riding the rise and fall of his broad chest. And what a ride it was. Her Liam was built like a mountain. She’d liked scaling that mountain. Contentment washed over her.
Their breathing evened, and the heat of their sweat-slicked skin began to cool. In that peaceful moment between bliss and reality, Liam’s heart jumped beneath her ear. Hers skipped in response, changing rhythm.
No, it couldn’t be.
Panic speared through the delightful afterglow. Liam’s pulse sped up, struggling to match her ever-increasing tempo. One beat. Two. No, no, no.Duo corda, amor unus. It was happening again. Before their hearts could align, she jerked free of his arms and slipped out of bed.
The fates were wrong. The time for finding her soulmate was long past. This thing between her and Liam, while exhilarating, was far from eternal.
“Where’s the fire?” he grumbled, taking offense at her abrupt departure.
Good. Maybe he hadn’t felt it then. If he’d noticed, she doubted he’d still be lounging in her bed, sex-drunk and full of his own sexual prowess.
Not that she could blame him. In this department, he had every right to be arrogant. No male had ever satisfied her more. Which was the only reason for the warmth swelling in her chest. What she was feeling was sexual gratification. That’s all. Nothing more.
Before things got out of hand, she needed to reestablish the boundaries for whatever the hell this was between them. Put him back on his leash.
She sauntered to her dresser, extracting a nighty. One of her favorites, it was a silk sheath trimmed in crimson lace with a slit that cut up her hip.
Liam rolled up on an elbow, watching her dress. “Prefer you naked, Viv, but gotta confess, the lacy shit is doing it for me.”
Herlacy shitcost more than his Harley. She slid the matching thong up her legs, saying over her shoulder, “Good to know since I’ve decided you may finish out the remaining time on the debt you owe me.”
For one long second, he didn’t answer. Then his laughter came to her. “Oh, you have, have yah? What changed your mind?”
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