The more we fucked, the harder it was to keep my fangs from growing. They pushed forward as the sweat dripped down my chest, pooling on her belly. Fuck. I wanted to fill her with my seed.
I wanted to rip this condom to threads and shoot my release deep inside her. I could root and hilt myself so that there was no air between us. No space. Nothing but heat and electricity. A place for our cubs to grow and become strong. I groaned, forcing my fangs to retreat.
I kept eyeing her tits with an unquenchable thirst. One slice from my bear’s teeth and the honey would flow. Our bond would be completed with my seed and her honey. Fuck this was hard.
“Oh Liam,” she moaned. “It feels do damn good.”
I looked into her eyes, and suddenly she brought me back to earth. She restored the strings of my humanity that I had let come untethered.
“Fuck yes,” I agreed.
“More,” she begged.
“Your arm,” I reminded her. It wasn’t like I could flip her on her stomach without hurting her. We were limited on options, that didn’t require her to use some sort of support of balance.
“Let me ride you, please,” she whispered.
It was then that I realized this woman was damn near perfect.
Chapter Twelve
Gillian
My body was screaming for release, but I wanted this kind of sex to go on all night. I didn’t know if it was possible, but I was willing to test it. I’d try anything to feel like this until morning. With Liam inside me, I didn’t feel pain. I didn’t feel the worry or anxiety about the series finale. I wasn’t focused on the nerves I had at the hospital. All that mattered was that together our bodies could do incredible things for each other.
I’d never been so upfront about sex in my life, but I didn’t have nights like this one. And I wasn’t going to screw it up by being meek and shy. I was going to ask for what I wanted, because I knew Liam would give it to me. I could see it in his eyes. Every fantasy I had was mine to take. All I had to do was ask for it.
He slid his cock from me and I felt a sudden emptiness. It didn’t last long. He crawled on to the bed next to me, drawing me toward him with his irresistible lips. I could still taste my scent on his breath. It was a turn on how much he loved licking my pussy.
“You want to be an American cowgirl?” he teased.
“Yes,” I admitted. “Will you let me ride you?”
“Fuck, yes.”
He lifted me off the bed as if I was lighter than a piece of luggage and I straddled him. I sank onto his cock as I exhaled a long slow moan. He was so big. Somehow this angle made him feel even thicker. But, damn, he felt good.
I hated the condom. I knew he did too. I saw the look of disappointment on his face when I asked for it in the guestroom. But I couldn’t go home from Galona knocked up by a prince. That wasn’t happening. I had a career to think about. I wanted to feel his shaft slide inside me without anything between us, but I had to stay a practical girl even when I was having fairytale sex.
His fingers dug into my waist as I rocked back and forth, taking him deeper each time. He hit my walls and I screamed out with the impact. Holy shit. His cock was enormous. No one had been this deep inside me before.
I gulped for air. I bit my lips. I needed gravity, but there wasn’t any to find.
“Keep fucking me,” he ordered.
My nipples puckered as he twisted them between his fingers. He shot zings of electricity straight to my core. I was going to come fast and hard if he kept this up. With the friction of my clit rubbing him and being entirely filled by him, my tight body had only one option—come hard.
I started to pant. I moaned, trying to hold it off.
“Fuck me, Gillian,” he demanded. “Come like this. Show me how much you love fucking me, love.”
“Oh God,” I cried. There was something in his words. Something dirty, but something real. Truth in how he saw our bodies. How he looked at our connection.
He reached toward my jaw, and pulled me to his lips. “Fucking come,” he growled. His mouth took mine and the shockwaves hit me.
I whimpered at the intensity. Our tongues tangled. Our lips moved with fire. My body was alive with the kind of energy I never knew I could possess.
“Fuck,” he whispered. He gripped my ass, curling his strong fingers into tender skin and I knew he was as lost as I was. Liam jerked and thrust, rolling me on my back. He rocked out of me before slamming into me. One. Two. Three.