Page 17 of Freeing Emily
“Like what?” I close the small gap between us and place my palm against his chest. His heart is beating as rapidly as my own and I love it.
When he meets my eyes, his are hooded and filled with so much heat, I can feel it burning me.
“Like you want me to throw you on the bed and fuck you into oblivion.”
“Maybe I do.”
I slam my lips against hers and she instantly melts into me. Wrapping my arms around her, I cup her perky ass in my palm and squeeze which causes her to moan. Her fingers dig into the fabric of my shirt as she searches for perch.
Our tongues clash against each other and we kiss as though this is our last day on this earth. My hands travel over every soft curve and dip of her body, memorizing the feeling of them.
I can’t find it in myself to give a fuck about what Declan or Conor would do to me if they found out about this. Ineedto have Emily. She’s like a beautifully dangerous siren who sings her song solely for me until she becomes my demise. And Emily surely will be.
My hands grip behind her thighs, and I hoist her up. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I spin around toward the bed. She bounces on the mattress when I throw her onto it and crawl over her body.
I pull the strap of her dress down, exposing her perfect breast. Her dusty-rose nipple is hard and demands attention. Dippingmy head, I wrap my lips around it and suck. Her back arches into me, her hands slide into my hair, and she lets out a whimper.
“Liam. Please.”
My lip tips up into a satisfied smirk at her begging.
“What,Féileacán?”
I kiss her collarbone, then her neck, and finally her lips. She moans into my mouth, and I feel it deep in my bones. We begin tearing at each other’s clothes until we’re both completely bare.
I sit on my heels and look down at her stunning body. It’s even more beautiful than I imagined. She’s picturesque with her bright blue eyes staring up at me with adoration.
I pump my cock slowly and I bite down on my bottom lip as I watch her, watch me. Her eyes flare slightly, and I see a hint of fear in them. My hand stops and I tip my head in question.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
Her throat bobs when she swallows. Her eyes don’t stray from my erection.
“Emily.”
Her eyes flick to mine and the obvious hesitation in them causes my mind to race.
“Are… Are you a virgin?”
She doesn’t answer my question, but the silence is confirmation enough.
I climb off her and stand at the end of the bed.
“Why didn’ you say anythin’?” I ask.
She sits up and wraps her arms around her knees. “I didn’t want you to stop.”
“Emily, I can’ just fuck you. I’ll hurt you.”
Tears brim her eyes when she looks up at me and it slices through my heart.
“Please don’t cry.” I lean forward and cup her face when I see the first tear fall. I hold her firmly when she tries to pull away.
Her eyes bounce between mine and I physically hurt at the pain I see in them. Setting my forehead on hers, I breathe in her delicate scent. She sniffles and lifts her hands to wipe her tears.
“Please, Liam.” She pleads in a broken voice. My eyes flutter closed, and my resolve disappears. I unravel the bun she has her hair in, and the strands fall over her shoulders.
“Lie back on the pillow,” I say softly, and she complies. Her chest rises and falls with each labored breath she takes.