Page 78 of Perfect Liar

“Then what do you believe, Will?”

He stared at me…stared into me.

“You’re strong, Elle. It’s a quiet strength, but it’s absolute, and it fuels mine. It’s the loveliest thing I’ve ever seen.”

His words and the confidence behind them stunned me. I couldn’t move my gaze from his. I’d never seen myself through someone else’s eyes like that, and no damsel in distress stared back at me. I was strong, or at the very least, I was getting strong.

But the truth was, I’d stolen glimpses into the most vulnerable part of his soul. And what I found in him encouraged me, strengthened my determination, made me stronger.

I lay my head on his broad shoulder.

“I want a life with you. Nothing more, nothing less. Don’t fight for me, Will. You fight for us.”

An unyielding, breathless kiss was his response. He pulled me firmly into our tantric-like position with his erection wedged between us, and together we intensified our kiss.

My hands moved through his hair, and his fists gripped mine.

“Elle, never leave me. Say it,” he commanded.

I whispered close to his ear after kissing his lobe.

“I’ll never leave you.”

He put my back against the mattress, and a growl vibrated in his throat as he pulled off the big t-shirt I wore as my nightgown.

“I’m going to taste you, Elle, every beautiful part of you.”

Arching my back, I pressed closer to him, so close. But close was never enough. I wanted him, all of him, to become part of him.

And I never would leave him.

Will rolled onto his side, his eyes so hot as he burned a path on my skin down to my breasts. His gaze slid over the curve of my hips and caressed the length of my legs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said.

Dropping his head, he put a sweet kiss low on my abdomen.

“I know that I hurt you, that you don’t tell me.”

I shrugged.

“Well, maybe I like that.”

A flash of anger lit his eyes like tiny bolts of lightning.

“Will, it only hurts for a second. But when you’re fully inside me, you feel incredible. It’ll stop hurting with a little more practice. I promise.”

I grinned.

So did he, and his expression softened again. His mouth abruptly devoured mine, and he pushed two long fingers inside me, and then another finger, stretching me, luring a soft moan from my throat.

“You’re always quite wet when I touch you, baby.”

“Because I always want you.”

I grabbed his heavy erection, but he withdrew his fingers and captured my hand.

“I can’t maintain my self-control when you push me.”