Page 27 of Broken Desires

She’s letting out mewling sounds that are almost as hypnotic as her taste, and as soon as I graze her swollen clit with my teeth while I push my fingers inside of her, she comes, screaming my name.

I can’t take it anymore—my cock is now almost purple, so I grab a condom, roll it on, and enter her in one hard movement before she is even down from her orgasm. She arches her back at the rough intrusion, her mouth open in a silent cry as her walls tighten so violently around me that I almost come at once.

I start thrusting deep and hard inside her as I grab her right breast, alternating between kneading it and pinching her nipple as I kiss her collarbone, her neck, her mouth—anything within reach. I want to devour her, make her mine, possess her inside and out. This woman transforms me into an animal, stripping away all semblance of control. The perfect, composed Liam, master of control and calm, is long forgotten. In her arms, I am nothing more than a savage, wanting to conquer and own her. This has never happened to me before, and I suspect it never will again with anyone other than my little witch.

“Oh God, oh, it’s so good. Oh, Liam. Yes! Yes! Fuck me. Oh fuck, I can feel you everywhere,” she half cries, half begs.

I bite her neck, knowing I won’t last. I feel my balls starting to tighten as she squeezes me in her heavenly heat with each stroke. I start moving faster, harder, encouraged by her screams of pleasure.

I look up and meet her eyes. “Touch yourself,” I order as I give her short, shallow thrusts. “I want you to come with me.”

And suddenly, her walls tighten so hard that I can feel them pulsating, and she comes just as I let go.

I fall on top of her and lick the mark I left on her skin. I think it’s the first time I’ve done that, and strangely enough, I feel no shame at this complete lack of judgment. I feel some kind of pride leaving my mark on her skin.

I roll to the side, remove the condom, and turn toward her.

“That was amazing,” she says, breathless.

“It was,” I confirm, grazing her cheek with my knuckles.

“Who knew you were such a dominant?”

Even I didn’t, to be honest. “Who knew you were such a good girl?”

“I would love to see more of this side of you.”

Oh, you will, I think as my dick starts to twitch again. “Will you keep on being a good girl?”

“For that dick of yours?” She lets her fingers trail down my chest until they wrap around my semi. “I will be the best.”

For the rest of the night, I explore the extent of my dominance as she reveals the depths of her willingness to follow along, each of us partaking in the discovery of the other’s desires.

When I wake up, she’s gone. Logic dictates this shouldn’t affect me; it was meant to be a fleeting connection, after all. I should feel relieved, even pleased, by the adherence to our no-strings agreement. Yet, the empty space beside me speaks more loudly than anticipated, stirring a sense of loss where satisfaction was supposed to reside. It’s a surprising twist, the absence of her presence leaving a void that wasn’t supposed to exist, challenging my convictions about what I truly wanted from this.

Chapter 10

Nessa

Embarking on this friends-with-benefits journey seems more complex than I initially thought. Leaving Liam’s side after our first night together was unexpectedly challenging. I caught myself staring at his chest longer than I should have, teetering on the edge of becoming a creeper.

I’ve hardly navigated anything close to a relationship before, much less this casual kind. My track record with guys isn’t as extensive as some might guess.

Sighing, I admit to myself that this setup was probably a long shot. Two weeks in, and the lines we drew are already fading. Despite my efforts, it’s hard not to get emotionally involved.

My fingers absentmindedly caress the intricate lace and dark gemstones of the little Victorian gothic bracelet he gave me three days ago—a memento from our “Netflix and chill” night at a downtown hotel. His gesture, casual yet thoughtful, had my heart racing with excitement, though he was quick to frame it as a no-strings-attached kind of gift.

“Don’t read anything into this. I buy presents for my friends all the time, and this reminded me of you,” he said, his words trying to keep the moment light, even though it felt significantly personal.

I nodded silently, not wanting him to see how deeply his gift affected me. It was the most thoughtful thing I’d received in years, marking a moment of unexpected connection.

Now, as leaving his bed becomes slightly more difficult with each encounter, I find his presence turning into a comforting constant. I’m opening up to him more, the once clear lines between us beginning to blur, stirring questions about the boundaries we once thought solid.

My reverie is broken by a gentle touch on my shoulder. Turning, I’m met with Poppy’s concerned gaze.

“You seem miles away. Everything alright?” she probes.

I wave off her concern with a practiced ease, standing from my spot at the foot of my bed. Both Poppy and Eva have become adept at reading me, a level of attention I’m still adjusting to.