Page 110 of A Beastologist's Field Notes of Fated Affection
“Oh gods…Liam…Liam,” I whimpered, gripping the sheets.
“That’s it, beautiful…say my name when you come.”
He increased his speed, curled his fingers, then sucked my clit into his mouth with a hard pull. I shattered, shouting his name as my orgasm overtook me entirely, my heels digging into his back. I shook and writhed and whimpered as he slowed, then pulled away.
Liam kissed his way back up my body, paying attention to my breasts again, then licked my neck.
We moved up the bed and he settled between my thighs. A hand slid up my hip, my waist, my breast, and settled at the side of my throat, his thumb against my jaw. He held my face tight, lips meeting mine in a savage kiss.
“Gods, Cerise…you’re fucking perfect,” he praised against my lips.
I preened, relishing the praise. Needing it. Craving it. After the stress of the night, I didn’t want to think about anything. I just wanted to feel.
“Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” I groaned.
He entered slowly, both of us moaning at the intrusion. With each slow thrust, Liam pushed deeper, still holding my neck as he stared down at me, pure need in his green eyes.
“I love the way you feel. So wet.” He thrust harder. “So deep.” He thrust again. “So…tight.”
My hands clutched his back, nails digging in as he slammed into me with brutal plunges. Lifting my leg, he hooked it over his shoulder, thrusting deeper and hitting the most delicious spot. The sounds spilling out of me were obscene as I was brought to the edgeyet again.
“Yes. Fuck. Take me. Take all of me, Cerise.”
He increased his pace, moving so fast and hard we were moving up the bed. One arm held him above me as his other slipped under my back and gripped my shoulder, pulling me down against him with every thrust.
Gods, he was so big and I was so full, every pleasure spot inside me lighting up. I thrashed, arching again as I clutched Liam’s neck. “Yes. Yes. Yes!” I cried.
He gripped my hair, meeting my gaze and never looking away. “I want to hear those beautiful sounds you make when you come.”
He thrust deeper, harder, more frantic. I whimpered and moaned and sobbed…desperate to come. So close, so close, so close.
“Yes, gorgeous. Just like that. I want all your whimpers and moans. Your cries and shouts. They’re mine. Give.Them. To. Me.” He thrust hard with each word, sending me over the edge.
I came so hard I nearly passed out, tingling from my toes to the top of my head. Pleasure coursed through every cell of my body as I arched beneath him, my hard nipples scraping his chest.
“Good girl.Fuck, I can feel you squeezing me.”
Liam upped the pace as my orgasm dragged on and he found his own release a second time with a shudder, a curse, and a groan.
We came down from our high, panting and sweaty. He stroked my hair, peppering kisses along my jaw. “You’re amazing. You were so perfect.”
I sighed, still clutching him, relishing in the praise, the pleasure, the intimacy.
And it felt good.Ifelt good. I feltfree.
Chapter 35
Rumors
Cerise
The carriage vibrated over the cobblestone streets as my mother and I left town. She had been silent for the duration of the ride so far—not uttering a word when I entered and took my seat across from her. And I wasn’t planning on breaking the silence.
Doing my best to ignore the tension in the compartment, I watched the scenery change as we left town and entered the countryside. The viridescent trees were bright in the late morning sun, their leaves quivering in the breeze. Birds called as they flitted amongst the boughs, blending with the rhythmic clop of horse hooves.
It had been almost unbearable saying goodbye to Liam this morning, especially after the amazing night we’d had together, already giving us a taste of what living in two distant towns would be like. When we were together, everything was magical. Filled with laughter and adventure and passion. But now I felt empty.
