Page 120 of Scarred King
“Why her?” I’m still upset.
“Because if I would have gone alone, nobody would care. I had to give them the pictures they wanted.” He pulls at my panties and I arch my back, allowing him to pull them off and spread my legs.
“You have such a sick mind,” I whisper and moan when his lips find their way between my legs.
“Not as sick as yours,” he says. His voice is hoarse with passion.
“But how did you know I'd find that site? And how did you know—”
“Shhhh,” he whispers. “Now let me enjoy the sight of my Duchess as I give her an orgasm like she’s never had before.”
He slips two fingers inside me and moves them slowly. I’m silent, but my body is quivering with anticipation. His fingers penetrate me again and again, rubbing against a spot I never knew existed, sending streams of electricity throughout my body. I groan in surprise as I feel tingling all the way down to my toes. He touches the spot again and the tingles flow up to my calves and thighs. “Wow,” I mumble as my hips start to throb ecstatically. My chest starts tingling, and then my neck as he puts his lips on my clit and presses the spot with his fingers inside me again. I feel my body exploding in elation. I open my mouth and cry out loud, and he doesn’t stop. He prolongs the climax until my body falls back in exhaustion. I pant heavily, trying to process the extrasensory feeling I had just experienced.
He removes his fingers gently, licks me between my legs and sighs. “Most delicious you've ever been,” he whispers softly and licks his lips lustfully.
“Wow…” I mumble, unable to say anything else.
He stretches his arm out towards the dresser, takes a condom from the drawer and rolls it on.
“Just a minute,” I say, as I place my hand on my chest and try to catch my breath.
He shakes his head from side to side and smiles that enchanting smile of his, spreads my legs, raises my knees and pushes his way in savagely. He leans down to kiss me and I feel my body resisting him. He is not giving up, he keeps thrusting again and again and props his arms on either side of my body. I stare at his muscular chest and take some deep breaths, and on his next thrust I exhale in relief. My body has come back to life.
“Harder,” I moan, and he looks at me, surprised.
“You got it…” he holds my head and I feel I’ve really turned him on. I wrap my legs around his waist, and squirm underneath him. He sits up and pulls me on top of him as his eyes explore my body. He pushes me down gently and I arch my back and prop myself up on my hands. One of his hands holds my neck and the other holds my breast. He brings his head closer and bites my nipple lightly as I twist my hips above him and hear myself moaning out loud. I lie down on the carpet, and he rises on his knees and grabs my waist. My legs are wrapped around him and he is holding my ass, grinding against me again and again, harder and harder. He stretches his hands out to me and pulls me up. I’m holding onto his neck, my sweat mixing with his. He grips my hair and pulls back, and I feel the quivering throughout my body once again. He pulls again and moans into my mouth and I wail in sweet pain that merges into another climax. He releases an animalistic growl and explodes inside me. My head falls to his shoulder, I close my eyes and inhale his scent. I inhale my man’s scent.
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His arms are wrapped around me and I snuggle into his body. His scars touch my shoulder and his lips travel all over my neck.
“Liam,” I groan when I realize that I need to have an honest conversation with him. “I lived in his house for the past month.”
“I know,” he says softly and strokes my hair.
“Doesn’t it bother you?” I ask anxiously.
“No,” he answers and lies down on his back.
The sudden withdrawal of his touch shocks me. I turn around and lie on top of him, placing my head on his chest and closing his arms around me. “But how come it doesn’t bother you? Don’t you want to know if—”
“No,” he cuts me off and strokes my hair again. “I know that nothing I should care about happened.”
“How do you know that?” I raise my head and look at him curiously. “And how did you know I was staying with him?”
He runs his thumb over my lower lip and looks at me intensely. “Elena, I knew where you were and what you were doing at each given moment.” I stare at him, amazed and he smiles. “And I wasn’t worried. I knew you wouldn’t let him touch you.” His hands are holding onto my hips and he is stroking the sides of my back. “You’re addicted.” His smile grows wide. “Luckily not to that crap that people sniff. You’re addicted to me, and there’s no way that that geek would be able to replace me.”
“I’m not an addict!” I shake my head in disgust at his choice of words. “I’m here by choice.”
“No, you’re not,” he answers smugly. “You didn’t choose to come back to me. You had no choice because you’re addicted to me.”
“Stop using that word.” I put my hands on his chest and try to get up, but he wraps his arms around me and locks me in. “Why can’t you call it love?” I put my head back on his chest.
“Love.” He laughs. “Love is the greatest addiction in nature.” He pulls me up until my head is against his. “My name is Liam and I’m an addict.” He says in a serious tone of voice. “I’m addicted to my crazy Duchess, and I really don’t want to be rehabilitated.”
I stare at him, feeling so much and then start laughing. “I think that’s the most romantic thing anyone ever said to me.” I kiss his lips and feel his body reawakening. I stretch my hand out towards his erection and allow myself another hour of sweet intoxicating passion. He’s right, it really is an addiction. When we collapse onto each other in satisfaction, I don’t even have the strength to pull the blanket over me. I lie on my stomach and yawn.
He goes to the shower and when he comes out, he dries himself in front of the window.