Page 30 of Liam (The Valeur Billionaires #4)

Chapter Eighteen

LIAM

I hoist her onto the marble counter, her legs curling around me in a way that drives every rational thought straight out of my head. My cock strains against my pants, pulsing, desperate for release.

I’ve been craving her for weeks, obsessing over the memory of my fingers buried deep inside her, the taste of her pussy lingering in my mind like it had happened only yesterday. I press myself harder against her. Every second of restraint feels like torture.

Her hand slides down, fumbling with my pants, trying to free me. But I stop her, grasping her wrist.

“Aleria,” I rasp, my voice rough with need. I’m trying to slow myself down, but the pull she has on me is too strong. Her lips graze my neck, and her breath is hot against my skin, making it impossible to think straight.

I growl, crushing my mouth to hers in a kiss so desperate, so full of everything I’ve held back over the years.

The years of wanting, of not daring to take what I craved.

Of not daring to care for anyone that I might lose.

The taste of her is intoxicating, filling every part of me that’s been empty for so long, but it terrifies me.

I’ve built walls, made sure I’d never get close enough to anyone to feel this way, to want this badly because losing people—losing her—would break me.

My hands grip her harder, pulling her to me as if holding her tight enough could stop her from slipping away.

Her soft moans stir something deep inside, an ache that goes beyond lust, beyond the physical.

It’s the kind of ache I’ve spent years burying.

I couldn’t afford it—not after my mother was ripped from my life, not after my father became a shadow, too consumed by his work to even notice how much we were falling apart.

I was just a kid, but I had to step up. I had to be the one to hold things together for my sister, to be strong for her when there was no one else.

But that meant no one could be strong for me.

I couldn’t afford to let anyone in. So I didn’t.

I hardened, learned to keep people at a distance.

I didn’t allow myself to care about anyone more than I had to, and that worked. It kept me safe.

Until Aleria.

Now, every second feels like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff about to fall. The way she responds to me, the way she gasps my name, her body arching into mine—everything about her is undoing the careful control I’ve built my life on. And I hate it.

I crave it.

“You’re not running away again, are you?” she whispers, her breath hot against my neck. Her voice is low, almost a plea.

“No.” My voice comes out rough, more a growl than words. “I’m not running anymore.”

She hesitates for a second, then continues sliding her hand over the front of my pants. Blood rushes to my cock with an intensity that makes me dizzy. All the self-control I’ve been clinging to slips through my fingers.

The kiss is messy. Our tongues clash, teeth grazing as if we’re battling for control. It’s wild, frantic, fueled by years of pent-up desire that neither of us could satisfy.

Her breasts press against my chest as she wriggles beneath me, her nipples hard through the thin fabric of her bra. I yank one strap down, exposing her. Her skin is flawless, creamy against the cool white of the marble countertop.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” I lower my head, sucking her nipple into my mouth, rolling it over my tongue as I savor her taste. I flick my tongue against it, again and again, until she’s trembling beneath me, her head thrown back, those wild curls framing her flushed face.

So damn beautiful.

I bite down, just enough to make her gasp, her moan sharp and needy.

“God, Liam. That’s…too much.”

“We’re just getting started, baby.” I yank the other strap down, switching to her other breast, sucking, biting, licking.

Her hand presses harder against my pants, rubbing me in maddening strokes, and I groan, my mouth still latched onto her. “You planning to keep teasing me?”

Without answering, she slips her hand beneath the waistband of my sweatpants, wrapping her fingers around my length. The feel of her skin, so soft, so warm, almost makes me lose it right there.

“Fuck, yes.” The words tear from my throat. “Harder, Aleria.”

I reach down between her legs, finding the dampness soaking through her underwear, and growl, “You’re wet.”

“All for you.” Her voice is breathless, her hand tightening around me as she strokes faster, more insistently.

I yank her panties down in one swift move, and she wriggles out of them, her hips lifting off the counter to help me. The second they’re off, I slip a finger inside her. She’s so tight, so hot.

“God, you feel so good.”

She gasps, hips jerking against my hand, begging for more.

“I need you,” she pleads, her voice not more than a whisper, her breath hitching as I slip another finger inside her.

“And I need you,” I growl against her neck, sucking hard, leaving a mark. “But I’m going to make you come first.”

I capture her mouth again, swallowing the moans that spill from her lips as I rub her swollen clit with my thumb. Her hips grind against my hand as she rides my fingers, the sound of her wetness driving me insane.

Watching her like this, her lips parted in ecstasy, her breasts heaving, her body trembling under my touch, I’m seconds away from losing it. I can barely hold on, my balls tightening as pre-cum leaks onto her hand.

“I’m close,” she whimpers, her voice thin, breathless. “Liam, please.”

I move lower, spreading her legs wider as I drop to my knees on the smooth, polished floor.

Her thighs tremble, her body already on the edge as I bury my face between her legs.

The taste of her is intoxicating, her scent filling my senses as my tongue flicks over her clit.

Her nails dig into the marble as she tries to steady herself.

All I want is her taste, her scent, the feel of her thighs trembling against my face as I eat her like a man starved.

She moans, trying to muffle the sound by biting her lip, but those sexy little whimpers escape anyway, sending fire through my veins.

I slip two fingers inside her, curling them just right as my tongue works faster, circling her clit until she’s shaking, gasping.

“Give it to me, baby,” I growl, my voice vibrating against her slick skin. “I want to taste you when you come.”

Her body clenches around me as she comes undone, muscles spasming, her moan turning into a scream as her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling hard as she rides out the waves of pleasure. She calls my name as she shatters, her voice raw, breathless.

I rise, wiping my mouth, my cock harder than rock. Her eyes are hazy, lips swollen from our kiss, her skin flushed, but she’s still eager. I can see it in her gaze, the way her eyes flick down to my erection, still straining against my pants.

I slip my fingers into my mouth, licking them clean. “I was hungry for you.” I smirk, watching her eyes widen, the shock still fresh on her face. “And I still am. But I’m not fucking you on this counter. Not for our first time.”

I pull her off the counter with a rough jerk, her legs wrapping around me.

The penthouse is a blur as I carry her toward the bedroom, passing the floor-to-ceiling windows where the city sprawls out beneath us like a glowing sea of lights.

It’s a billion-dollar view, but all I can think about is the woman in my arms, her body pressed tight against mine.

I toss her onto the massive bed. She bounces, her hair spilling across the pillows like a halo, and she looks up at me with that fierce hunger still burning in her eyes.

I strip off my pants and boxers in one fluid motion, my cock springing free, and her breath catches at the sight of it. Her eyes widen, lust darkening them, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

“Spread your legs for me,” I command, my voice rough with need.

She parts her legs, her wetness glistening in the soft light, and I have to fight the urge to bury myself in her right then.

“I need to feel your pussy around my cock. Right. Fucking. Now.”

I grab a condom from the nightstand, the foil packet tearing open with a sharp rip. Rolling it on, I position myself at her entrance, gripping her hips as I slide the tip of my cock against her, teasing her. Her body arches off the bed, desperate for more.

With one hard thrust, I’m inside her, sinking deep into her tight, wet heat. The feeling is indescribable, the way her body grips me, pulling me in deeper. I pause for a moment, letting the sensation wash over me, the pleasure so intense I can hardly breathe.

I pull out, then slam back into her, and her nails scrape down my back, leaving marks.

I set a brutal pace, my hips snapping against hers, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

Every thrust sends shockwaves through me, and I can tell by her gasps, by the way her nails dig into my shoulders, that she’s right there with me .

“Fuck. You feel so good.” The words tumble out, my voice raw with need as I bury myself inside her again, balls-deep. “So fucking hot.” I move, thrusting fast, rough, out of control.

There’s no tenderness here, no soft, romantic touches. Just raw passion, lust, and years of repressed feelings exploding between us. Her nails dig into my back as she arches up to meet my every thrust, her head thrown back, lost in the moment.

“I can’t... I can’t—” she gasps, her body tensing as her orgasm builds again.

Her legs lock around me tighter, heels digging into my back, urging me on as I thrust harder, faster, lost in the rhythm of her body.

Each time I slam into her, she arches into me, her gasps turning into desperate, breathless moans.

The sounds she makes drive me wild, the way her body clings to mine, the way she shudders beneath me.

Sweat slicks our skin, our breaths mingling in the hot, charged air of the penthouse bedroom. The city lights from the massive windows cast a soft glow across her flushed skin, illuminating her in shades of gold. Her hair fans out across the pillows like flames, wild and untamed, just like her.

“God, Liam…” she moans, her voice trembling as I hit the spot deep inside her that makes her eyes roll back, her body tightening around me.

She’s close, I can feel it, and the knowledge only fuels me.

My thrusts grow deeper, rougher, my cock sliding in and out of her slick heat with a delicious friction that has us both on the edge.

Her nails drag down my back, leaving fiery trails of sensation, and I groan in response, my muscles straining with the effort of holding back .

“You’re mine,” I growl against her ear, my voice rough with possessiveness. It’s not a question; it’s a statement. I need her to know it. I need her to feel it. “Say you're mine.”

Her breath hitches, her eyes locking onto mine with a desperate, hungry intensity. “Yours,” she gasps, her voice breaking as she grips me harder with her legs, pulling me deeper.

That single word is my undoing.

With a feral groan, I thrust into her harder, my hips slamming against hers, the bed creaking beneath us. Her moans turn into cries, her nails digging into my skin as I push her to the brink. Her body tensing, her walls tightening around me like a vice, and I know she’s about to come undone.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur against her lips, my breath hot against her skin as I suck the sensitive spot beneath her ear. “Let go.”

And she does. Her body convulses beneath me, a broken moan slipping from her lips as she shatters, her orgasm rippling through her in wave after wave.

The sight of her coming apart beneath me is enough to send me over the edge.

My release hits me like a tidal wave, so powerful that it steals the breath from my lungs.

I groan her name, my hips slamming into hers one last time as I empty myself into her, my entire body shuddering with the intensity of it. For a moment, all I can do is hold her, my forehead resting against hers, our breaths mingling in the heavy, heated air.

As the waves of pleasure subside, I collapse beside her, pulling her against me. She curls into my chest, her breath still ragged, her body soft and pliant in the aftermath of what we just shared. I brush her damp hair away from her face, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

Outside the penthouse, the city hums with life, the world continuing on as if nothing has changed. But everything feels different now. The space between us, once filled with tension and unresolved feelings, now feels electric, charged with something deeper. Something real.

She lays there, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest, and for the first time in years, I feel...at peace. Like all the pieces that have been scattered between us are starting to fit back together.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper, my voice hoarse but steady.

She tilts her head up, meeting my eyes. There’s a vulnerability there but also a quiet strength, as if she’s weighing my words, testing their truth. For a moment, she says nothing, just watches me with that unreadable expression of hers.

Then she nods, a soft smile curving her lips. “Good,” she whispers.

I pull her closer, burying my face in her hair, inhaling the sweet, intoxicating scent of her. My heart pounds in my chest, not just from the physicality of what we’ve done, but from the sheer gravity of it. From the understanding that this—whatever it is between us—is far from over.

And I want more.

More of her. More of us.

I lie entwined with Aleria, my fingers absently tracing patterns along her spine. A contentment I haven’t felt in years washes over me.

Her breath tickles my chest, steady and warm. I glance down, catching a flicker of something in her eyes—a shadow of a thought that makes my heart skip a beat.

“Hey,” I murmur, gently tilting her chin up. “You okay?”

A sharp ring slices through our cocoon of intimacy. Marcus.

“Mr. Valeur?” Marcus’s voice, tight with urgency, carries through the phone. “There’s been a situation. We need you. Now.”

Aleria’s body tenses against mine. Her eyes, moments ago soft with afterglow, now dart between my face and the phone. The question in them is clear as day.

I close my eyes, swallowing hard. The real world crashes back, bringing all the complications we’ve yet to face. Our new relationship is about to face its first real test, and I’m not sure if we’re ready for it.

“I have to?—”

“Go,” she whispers, but there’s a new distance in her voice that makes my chest ache.