Page 135 of Renascence

“Yes,” I answer immediately.

“Are you certain you want to put your trust in me?”

The look on his face tells me this is about more than sex, and I know why. He thinks I didn’t trust him enough to handle the situation without the police. “I trust you with my life, Liam.”

He rises, trailing a finger down my cheek. “My beautiful Emily. You don’t know how much I’ve missed you.”

“Show me.”

He presses his lips to mine, careful and gentle. I know he’s being mindful of my injuries but I need all of him. I open up to him, tugging the tie from his hair to free it. With my fingers roving his scalp, the intensity of his kiss increases. His tongue dominates my mouth, my lips throbbing from his kiss.

This is him owning me. Finally.

This is me being possessed and loving every second of it.

I belong to him.

I moan, pressing my body to his. Breaking away, he takes my hand and I follow him to the bathroom, watching as he fills the tub and adds soap. Slowly, he removes my clothes until I’m standing before him naked. His fingers ghost over my bruises, the light touches sending shivers down my spine.

“Are you in pain?”

“No.” I shake my head, not wanting him to hold back.

He cradles my face, lips gently brushing the bruises there. “So sorry, darlin’. This is all my fault.”

“Liam, please stop blaming yourself.”

He grips my head so I have nowhere to look but at him. “I promise, Em, I won’t let anything happen to you again. I’ll protect you with everything in me… with mylife. I’d die before I allow you to get hurt again.”

“I know, Liam. I know.” I fist my hands in his shirt, desperate for him to believe me.

Closing his eyes, he presses his lips to my forehead, then helps me into the tub. Shedding his own clothes, he joins me, hanging his injured foot over the side.

“Come here, darlin’.”

I move to him, eyes closing as he begins to wash my body. He massages my shoulders, soapy hands gliding down to my breasts. I straddle his thigh, sliding back and forth.

“Naughty girl.” His voice is thick with arousal. “You missed my dick?”

“Yes. I need you inside me, Liam.”

He reaches down, fingers stroking my clit before one slips inside me. I ride it, eyes locked with his. His free hand grabs my ass, spreading my cheeks. The finger inside me is withdrawn, another slowly moving back until it’s circling my anus.

“Oh!” I tense, grabbing his shoulders.

“Relax, Em.”

I nod, closing my eyes as it slips in. It’s a weird feeling, not unpleasant, but also not like when he fingers me. He slides the tip gently in and out, groaning when I move with him.

“Bedroom, Emily. Now.”

My eyes snap open, going wide at what I see brewing in his. I don’t think I’ll be able to move tomorrow, let alone walk. I hop out, grabbing a towel and drying off on my way to the bedroom. He joins me a few minutes later, going straight for the metal bars coming out of the foot of the bed.

“Sit.” He points to a spot on the bed. I hurry over, taking my place. “Lie back.”

He grabs my ankles, restraining them on the bars and leaving me open to him. Next he moves to the headboard, removing a cuff from under the mattress. With my right hand secured, he walks to the other side to work on my left. Jesus. My heart hammers in my ears, goose bumps taking over my body. Back at the foot of the bed, he pulls me toward him, leaving no slack in my wrist restraints.

“Emily, what do you do if you don’t like something?”