Page 124 of Perfect Liar

I melted onto his palm, and he snarled at my ear.

“I’ll fuck you right here if you don’t walk away now.”

“I’m not leaving you.”

“Then you’ll scream for me, Elle. You’ll scream my fucking name.”

He pushed two fingers inside me, and with the third he earned his name cried out loud as it echoed through the attic corridor.

He covered my mouth with his hand.

Will’s mastery of my body was undeniable. I came fast when he moved his fingers in and out of me, twisting them, using his thumb on my clit to drive me over the edge.

I tried to shout his name again, but this time he covered my mouth with his and thrust his tongue against mine, in and out, fucking my mouth, swallowing my scream.

Satisfied after taking from me all that he could in that way, he jerked us, jerked our bodies like they were one, pushing up my skirt, positioning us with my back against the wall.

He held me so tightly that nothing that wasn’t part of us could survive in between.

Will put the fingers he’d had inside me into his mouth, and a growl moved up from his chest to his throat, where it paused, waiting, just waiting.

He somehow tore off my panties and then pushed his erection against me.

I tried to push him back to unbutton his shirt and his trousers, but my strength was no match for his madness, so I clawed at the buttons and ripped as many as I could away from their tiny threads.

He eased back with a smirk, but just enough to give me access.

Because his smooth, sculpted chest was my home, and he knew it.

My hands roamed his chest wildly as I kissed his neck.

I bit one of the cords in his neck…hard.

He grunted and grabbed a fistful of my hair, dragging my mouth back to his for another insane kiss while his erection strained and jerked between us.

I fumbled frantically with the fastenings on his trousers, and when he was free, I took his heavy length into my hand and stroked him.

A guttural sound escaped from his throat as I squeezed, making it clear that he was far beyond the point of return.

Will would take what he wanted from me with abandon and without regret.

He jerked me off my feet, into his arms, and put my back against the wall again.

I wrapped myself around him, my arms, my legs, and when he shoved inside me with a severe thrust, I screamed his name. Again. And he yelled mine.

But then he forced his vibrating body to stop and burrowed his face into my hair.

I didn’t know how long we held each other that way, both panting and fevered, him inside me, before he finally lifted his head and searched my eyes.

I dragged my fingers through his hair.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I love you, Will.”

“Christ, Elle.”

His hoarse voice didn’t sound like him but like an injured, feral animal.

To encourage him, I rocked my hips, though the movement wasn’t much because he held me so tightly.