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"You were made for this, weren't you?" His thrusts get deeper, sharper, hitting exactly where I need him.

I whimper, my fingers scrabbling against the dresser, searching for something to hold onto.

But he's the only thing grounding me.

The only thing keeping me from coming apart completely.

Liam must sense it, must feel the way my body is already trembling from how well he's fucking me.

He reaches around, his fingers slipping between my thighs, teasing my clit in slow, torturous circles.

"You're dripping for me, Ava." His tone is dark, satisfied. "You like this, being bent over and fucked like you're mine."

I gasp, pushing back against him, chasing that heat pooling deep in my belly.

I shouldn't love this as much as I do. But I do. God, I do.

I let out a strangled moan, my back arching, my head tilting back against his shoulder.

He groans, his pace turning rough, desperate.

"Tell me how much you need me, baby."

I shudder, completely lost in him, in this.

"I need you, Liam." My voice is a reed-thin whisper.

He lets out a low curse, his fingers tightening around my waist.

Then he pulls out of me entirely.

I gasp at the loss, my body clenching around nothing, desperate, empty.

I barely have time to protest before he spins me around, lifts me effortlessly, and places me on the dresser.

His hands grip my thighs, spreading me open for him.

I should feel exposed, vulnerable.

But the way he looks at me—like I'm the only thing that exists in this moment—makes me feel like I'm the one in control.

He slides his hands up my legs, slow, teasing, until he's gripping my hips, holding me in place.

Then he lowers himself between my thighs.

I barely have time to process before his mouth is on me.

I scream his name, my head falling back, my fingers diving into his hair.

His tongue is sin.

He licks me deeply, slowly, dragging his tongue through my slick folds before flicking my clit, making me jerk in his grasp.

"Liam."

He groans against me, his grip tightening, holding me in place as he devours me.

I shake, my thighs trembling, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps.