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CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

SASHA

With swollen lips, a sore pussy, and a very tender ass, Liam carries me down the hall and into his room. He walks into the attached bathroom and sits us both on the edge of the tub. It’s massive compared to the one in my room. Turning it on, he sweeps the hair from my face and confesses, “You’re a mess, mo mhuirnín . Covered in our cum with trails of mascara staining your cheeks. A mess, but a beautiful fucking mess.”

He tests the temperature of the water with his hand. Content with it, he pours salts from a small container on the edge of the tub, and they dissolve quickly in the steamy water. “This will also help with the soreness,” he shares, swinging his legs over the tub’s side and lowering us both into the hot water.

He’s not wrong.

The water burns my sensitive skin as I adjust to it, but the heat of it soothes the sore handprints he left over my ass and thighs. Exhausted from hours of play and with the hot water relaxing me, I melt into Liam. I struggle to keep my eyes open as my head lolls on his shoulder.

“It’s okay. I know I was hard on you. You must be tired.” He places a kiss against my temple. “I’ve got you. I’ll get you washed up and into bed.”

My lids fluttering, I fade in and out of consciousness as Liam cleans the mess we made. He takes his time—gently and meticulously—washing every inch of my skin. The tub gurgles when he opens the drain, startling me.

“Stay with me for a moment,” he urges, slipping from behind me. Water cascades down his body as he rises. Through heavy lids, I watch the remaining droplets trickle down his perfect physique. They roll over his rippled abs and down his sculpted thighs. And fall from the thick head of his dangling cock. Catching my gaze, he smirks. “I think you’ve had more than enough of my cock this evening.”

With the soreness between my thighs, I don’t try to argue. Even with all the foreplay, Liam is a lot to take. Definitely more than my poor pussy is used to.

Helping me from the tub, Liam takes equal care drying me as he did cleaning me. Once he’s wrapped us both in towels, he ushers me into the bedroom. He pauses for the light, and I sleepily walk past the bed and toward the door. “Where are you going?” His question catches me off-guard, and I turn back to face him.

Confused, my answer mirrors his inflection. “To bed?”

“Again, where are you going?” He tosses back the white duvet on his bed and drops his towel to the floor. “Only students sleep in the other room. I think I was quite clear that you aren’t my student anymore.”

I stand rooted in place, so he crosses the room to me. His fingers dip into the top of my towel, and he pulls it off my body, causing it to ripple to the floor. “Maybe I wasn’t clear,” he gravelly whispers as he leans down to press his lips against mine. Kissing me passionately, he pulls my soft body against his hard muscles and claims my mouth until I’m breathless. After a few moments, he stops our kiss and arches a brow. “Do I need to explain it to you again, or are you going to get your sweet fucking ass into our bed?”

Sliding between the sheets with Liam, he turns off the light and brings me into his embrace. The dim lights of the city beneath his apartment cast into the room, and the outside world fades away as I snuggle against him. We lie in silence, and my eyes grow heavy. I listen to the soft sounds of our rhythmic breathing until sleep takes me.

When I awaken in the dark, I glance at the alarm clock. 1 :27 a.m. Rolling over, I nuzzle Liam. He wraps his arm around me and whispers, “Go back to sleep.”

Looking over his chest, I’m surprised to meet his gaze. My voice thick with sleep, I murmur, “Did I wake you?”

“No,” he answers in a soft whisper. “I’ve been… watching you.”

“Why?” I’m groggy, but I snuggle closer and find the comfortable spot in the crook of his shoulder.

Liam softly dusts my hair from my face and tucks it gently behind my ear as he confesses, “Because you’re fucking magnificent…” His fingers dust over my skin, tracing the swell of my cheek and along my jaw. “And I don’t know where you came from.”

My eyes half closed and trying to stave off sleep, I mutter, “Long Island.”

“Not quite what I meant.” Liam presses his lips to the top of my forehead with a light chuckle. “I didn’t see you coming.”

Hooded with sleep, I hum, “You either, Sir.”

“I didn’t realize how good you would be for me.” His fingers slide over my shoulder and glide along the length of my spine.

The heaviness of my lids demands I succumb to sleep, and my eyes fall shut. I shift my weight and curl my body into his, needing to be even closer to him, if at all possible. He wraps his arms around me a little tighter, giving me the comfort I’m seeking.

“Pulling you from that bench and breathing life into you, I never imagined…”

“Imagined what?” I run my heavy hand along the scruff of his jaw. Liam doesn’t answer my question, and I’m too tired to press for an answer. My head lolling with the rise and fall of his chest, I listen to the sounds of our breathing again and find the world slowly slipping away as I drift toward sleep.

Liam exhales a light sigh as he presses his lips back to my forehead. They linger against my skin, and in this quiet moment, everything is just… perfect. He places another soft kiss and whispers so softly,. “That you’d be saving me.”