FORTY SIX

Liam's hands were all over my body. From brushing my hair with his fingertips caressing my legs as if he wants to feel every inch of my skin as it burns from his touch. And it feels so damn fucking good.

Every nerve in my body and brain is electrified in that split second before his touch. It's the anticipation of being together in a way that's more than words, in a way that's so wholly tangible.

I push him back down on the bed, then straddle him. I bend down to kiss him again, slow rub movement. I'm enjoying it, but most of all, he is enjoying it. I stop kissing his lips and move to his jawline, neck, and collarbone. It was my turn to kiss every inch. I place soft butterfly kisses down his chest and abs.

"Fuck, Princess, you don't know what you do to me," he breathes between kisses.

I moaned and moved my body slowly. I rubbed his hard-rock cock and made him groan. I could tell he is aching to do so much more rather than touch me. I can hear the desperation of this beautiful beast he