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Liam chuckles, dark and knowing.

"Impatient, aren't you?"

"You're torturing me," I pant, arching against him, desperate for more.

He smirks, his teeth grazing my jaw, nipping at my skin, his breath hot against my ear.

"You love it."

I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulders.

And then he's moving again.

He grips my thighs, hoisting me higher against his chest, carrying me toward the bed like I weigh nothing.

I clutch at him, desperate, breathless, pressing frantic kisses against his jaw, his throat, tasting the salt of his skin.

Then my back hits the mattress.

Liam hovers over me, his body a wall of heat, of muscle, his eyes burning with dark hunger.

He drags a hand down my stomach, between my thighs, cupping me, feeling how wet I still am for him.

"Fuck, Ava." His voice is husky, almost reverent. "I could spend all fucking night between your legs."

I shiver, my breath hitching. "Then do it."

He lets out a rough groan, shaking his head.

"Not this time, baby." His cock presses against my entrance, heavy, throbbing.

"This time, I'm going to fuck you so good you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

I gasp, heat pooling low in my stomach, every inch of me burning for him.

"Then what the fuck are you waiting for?" I challenge, my fingers curling around the back of his neck, pulling him down to me.

Liam grins against my lips, sharp, hungry.

Then he slams into me.

I scream.

Not from pain.

From pure, blinding pleasure.

He fills me to the hilt, stretching me, owning me completely, making me feel so fucking full.

"Fuck, you're tight." His voice is strained, raw, his fingers digging into my hips.

I moan, arching against him, my nails raking down his back, urging him to move.

He pulls out almost completely, just the head of his cock inside me, teasing, torturing.

Then he thrusts back in hard, burying himself deep.

I cry out, my head falling back, my body clenching around him.