She began to move.
It was not a rushed, chaotic rhythm.
It was a deep, rolling motion, her hips tilting forward as she lifted herself up almost to his tip before sliding back down with a slow, heavy press that drove him straight into her core.
Every stroke was deliberate, every downward movement hitting the exact spot inside her that made her knees tremble.
Liam met her rhythm from below, lifting his hips to meet her downward thrusts, deepening the connection until the sound of their bodies meeting filled the quiet bedroom.
"Ah... Liam," Elena gasped, her head falling back, her long throat exposed in the dim light. Her breasts bounced rhythmically with every stroke, the dark nipples hard and erect against the cool air.
Liam reached up, his palms cupping her full breasts, his thumbs gently flicking over the peaks as she rode him.
The sensation sent a jolt straight down to her core, making her inner muscles clamp down tightly around his shaft.
"Right there," Liam grunted, his jaw set as he fought to maintain control. "Elena, right there."
She picked up the speed, her rhythm becoming faster, more urgent.
Her hands moved down to his chest, pushing against his firm muscle for leverage as she lifted and dropped herself onto him with increasing force.
The wet, rhythmic slapping of skin against skin echoed off the walls, punctuated by her sharp, broken gasps and his heavy, ragged breathing.
Her walls were contracting around him in rhythmic pulses, drawing him deeper with every downward stroke.
He could feel her getting closer, the heat building between them like a storm ready to break.
"Liam... I am... I am going to..." she stammered, her voice completely wrecked, her hips moving in a fast, desperate tilt.
Liam tightened his grip on her hips, pulling her down hard onto him, driving himself as deep as he could possibly go, holding her flush against his pelvic bone.
"Do it," he growled into the quiet room. "Come on me, Elena."
That was all it took.
Elena let out a high, fractured cry as her body completely gave out. Her internal muscles clamped down on his dick in a continuous, frantic spasm, squeezing him so hard it brought a sharp surge of pleasure straight up his spine.
She shuddered violently, her chest heaving, her whole body shaking as wave after wave of intense orgasm washed over her.
The intense, tight pulling of her body pushed Liam right over the edge.
With a low, roaring groan from the back of his throat, Liam thrust up one final, powerful time, holding himself deep inside her as his own release hit him like a freight train.
He filled her completely, his body jerking beneath hers as pulse after heavy pulse poured into her warm depth, the sheer intensity of it leaving him completely breathless.
Elena collapsed forward, her heavy breasts pressing against his chest, her heart hammering wildly against his.
She buried her face in his neck, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as they both lay there, locked together, floating in the quiet, warm afterglow of the room.
The room remained steeped in silence, save for the heavy, synchronous rhythm of their breathing.
The air was thick with the scent of spent passion, warm and heavy around them like a wool blanket.
Elena lay flat against Liam’s chest, her cheek anchored in the dip near his collarbone, her breasts damp with sweat and flattened against his ribs.
Every time her lungs expanded, her body rose and fell against his, a quiet, effortless cadence that suggested she was content to remain entirely motionless for the rest of the night.
Beneath her, however, things had not entirely settled.
Liam lay still for a minute, his fingers gently tracing the curved dip of her waist, enjoying the soft, rhythmic rise of her back.
But as the initial wave of exhaustion began to recede, a subtle, unmistakable twitch vibrated through his core.
He was still buried deep inside her, wrapped in her velvet warmth, and as his heart rate gradually slowed, the blood returned with double the insistence.
He didn’t pull back. Instead, he gave his hips a small, deliberate tilt forward, pushing a fraction of an inch deeper into her core.
Elena’s body reacted instantly.
Her inner muscles gave a soft, involuntary squeeze around him, and she let out a tiny, startled breath against his collarbone.
She didn’t move at first, perhaps assuming it was just a lingering reflex from his release.
But then Liam shifted again, a slow, rolling thrust that lifted her hips slightly off his lap.
Elena lifted her head from his chest.
Her dark hair fell in damp strands around her face, framing her flushed cheeks and heavy, half-lidded eyes.
She looked down at him with a mix of genuine shock and quiet amusement, feeling the unmistakable hardness of him swelling back to full size within her.
"Liam," she murmured, her voice raspy and thick with sleepiness. "I know you are strong. I know you are healthy and possess ridiculous stamina, but you should rest at least a little bit after that."
For some reason, the way she said it, it sound like she needed it more than him.
Liam kept his hands firmly planted on her hips, his thumbs rubbing small, reassuring circles into her skin.
He looked up at her through the dim ambient light of the room, his dark eyes clear, steady, and entirely untired.
"I missed a whole day with you," Liam said softly, his tone low and even, devoid of any pretense. "I spent twenty-four hours in the woods, dodging trees and listening to Wrath talk about the old days. I did not get to touch you. I did not get to see you. I feel like I could do this all night and still not have enough."
Elena stared down at him for three long seconds.
The sheer honesty in his voice, paired with the solid, rising heat of him inside her, made a shiver run straight down her spine.
The mild reluctance she had tried to pull together dissolved completely. A slow, faint smile touched her lips, soft and slightly helpless.
"All night," she repeated softly, her voice dipping lower as her hips melted back down against his.
"All night," Liam confirmed. "And right now, I want to look at you properly."
Elena shifted her weight, opening her knees a fraction wider to give him room. "Okay," she whispered.
Before the word had fully left her lips, Liam moved.
He did not rush, but there was a quiet, effortless power in the way he maneuvered them.
His broad hands slid down from her waist to her thighs, anchoring her firmly as he lifted his hips and rolled them across the mattress in one smooth, continuous motion.
The world tilted for Elena. In a single second, she went from straddling his chest to lying flat on her back against the soft, cool bedsheets, her hair spreading out across the white pillows like a dark fan.
Liam came over her like a shadow, his broad shoulders blocking out the faint light from the window, his large frame settling perfectly between her parted legs.
He had not slipped out for a single moment.
As their positions inverted, his full length remained anchored deep inside her, the change in angle driving him against a fresh, sensitive slope of her inner wall.
Elena let out a sharp, gasping sound, her back arching off the mattress as her fingers dug instinctively into the fitted sheet beneath her.
"Liam..." she gasped, her eyes wide as she looked up at him.
Liam hovered above her, supporting his upper weight on his forearms on either side of her head. He down looked at her with an intensity that made the breath catch in her throat.
Her body was completely exposed to him now, flushed red from head to toe, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow rasps.
"You are so beautiful," Liam said quietly, his voice carrying the deep, heavy tone of a man who meant every single syllable.
He began to move.
From this position, the leverage was entirely his. He drew back slowly, his body sliding out until only the very head of his shaft remained caught within her warm, tight entrance.
He held himself there for a agonizing heartbeat, letting her feel the full stretch of him, before plunging back in with a single, long, deep thrust that seated him completely against her pelvic bone.
Elena’s head snapped back into the pillow, a broken, breathless moan escaping her parted lips.
Her hands flew up from the sheets, her fingers wrapping around his biceps, feeling the thick, ropey muscle flex beneath her palms as he established his pace.
"Is this okay?" Liam asked softly, leaning down to press a tender, lingering kiss to the side of her neck, right over her thumping pulse point.
"Yes," Elena choked out, her legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, her ankles locking behind his back to pull him even closer. "Yes, Liam, just like that. Don’t stop."
He didn’t stop. He built the rhythm with agonizing patience. Every stroke was long, heavy, and complete.
He would pull back slowly, letting the cool air hit the slick skin between them, only to drive back in with a firm, deliberate weight that made the wooden bed frame groan softly against the floorboards.
The sound of the bedroom changed.
The soft rustle of sheets was replaced by the steady, wet cadence of their bodies joining together, a rhythmic, heavy sound that filled every corner of the dark space.
Liam watched her face as he worked.
He loved seeing her like this, completely unshielded, stripped of the poised, composed family persona she wore during the day.
Here, beneath him, her eyes were closed, her lips were parted in continuous, faint gasps, and her entire body reacted to every subtle shift of his hips.
He reached down with one hand, his long fingers lacing through hers, pressing her right arm flat against the mattress beside her head.
He squeezed her fingers tightly, anchoring her as he increased the depth of his thrusts, hitting the exact same spot inside her again and again.
"Liam... oh god," Elena whimpered, her hips lifting off the bed to meet every downward drive of his body. "You are... you are going so deep..."
"Tell me if it is too much," Liam murmured, his forehead resting gently against hers, his breath hot against her cheeks.
"It’s not... it’s perfect," she gasped, her free hand coming up to touch the side of his face, her thumb tracing the line of his jawline. "Just... don’t slow down. Please."
Liam took a deep breath, feeling her words vibrate right through his chest.
He shifted his stance slightly, shifting his weight onto his knees to alter the entry angle. He drew out almost entirely, paused for a fraction of a second, and then set a faster, more urgent pace.
The slow, rolling waves converted into sharp, rhythmically precise thrusts. Liam drove into her with consistent force, his body working with the quiet, effortless efficiency of someone who knew exactly what he wanted.
Every time he pushed forward, Elena’s body trembled beneath him, her inner muscles gripping him with a tight, desperate friction that tested his self-control to its absolute limits.
"Look at me, Elena," Liam said softly.
Elena opened her eyes.
They were shining, filled with a mixture of raw pleasure and deep, unshakeable affection.
She looked up into his face, her chest heaving, her breathing completely wrecked.
"I am right here," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies.
Liam smiled, a warm, genuine expression that reached all the way to his eyes, even as his hips continued their relentless, heavy drive.
He brought his free hand up to smooth away the damp hair sticking to her forehead, his touch incredibly gentle despite the intense physical activity joining them together.
"I am not going anywhere," he promised quietly. "Not today. Not tomorrow."
Elena let out a shaky, sob-like laugh, her hips rolling up to meet his next thrust with extra force. "You better not," she said, her voice trembling as a fresh wave of heat began to coil tightly in the bottom of her stomach. "Because if you leave me like this... after doing this to me..."
"I’m right here," Liam repeated, his voice dropping to a low, soothing growl as he felt her internal muscles begin to flutter around him again.
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