Eleanor
My eyes fluttered shut, savoring the heat of his skin under my lips.
He slled like sothing sinful—clean linen laced with spice and musk, like fresh rain on hot asphalt and the kind of cologne that clung to skin, not clothes.
It curled around my senses, warm and heady, wrapping in a fog I didn’t want to escape. My lips lingered at the curve of his neck, soft and searching, like they already knew their place.
I knew I shouldn’t be doing this—I wasn’t supposed to. But I couldn’t seem to stop, and his body was right there, solid and still beneath mine, like he was letting . Like he wanted to.
His breath hitched—a single sound that sent a shiver down my spine, made my stomach flutter, and my thighs clench with anticipation at the sa damn ti.
Before I knew it, my hand was reaching up, fingers brushing along his jaw, tilting his face toward mine. My heart thudded against my ribs, wild and loud, and for a second, I thought maybe he could hear it too.
A thought crossed through my mind and before I could second guess it, I climbed onto his lap, knees pressed against either side of him, and everything about him—his warmth, his scent, his silence—pulled closer. The mont stretched, slow and thick like honey, and then his hands—hesitant and warm—found the curve of my waist.
He wasn’t pushing away.
If anything, his grip tightened—just a little. Fingers ghosting over my sides like he was still deciding whether this was a mistake or a need he couldn’t resist. I leaned in, close enough to feel the thump of his heart beneath my palm. My breath caught, lips barely parted, my body weightless and buzzing as if every nerve was tuned to just him.
"Umm," a voice cut through the tension—Adrian. Of course. "You guys don’t need the water anymore or should I..." He trailed off.
But Liam didn’t even look away from .
"Raise the partition, Adrian," he said, voice low, steady. Dangerous.
Adrian muttered sothing under his breath, but the soft chanical hum filled the car a second later as the divider slid up, sealing us off. Liam’s eyes stayed locked with mine, blue but darker now—dilated, unreadable, like storm clouds just before they broke. His hands were still on my waist, holding there. And I didn’t move. Couldn’t.
God, this felt so...so real.
The heat between us, the air thick with everything unsaid. Like we’d crossed a line and neither of us knew how to step back.
So I kissed him again...but on the lips this ti.
And after a few monts of hesitation, he kissed back.
It started slow—almost cautious—like he wasn’t quite sure about this. But then his hand slid up my back, fingers threading through my hair, and his mouth opened under mine like he’d been waiting for this, starving for it. He tasted like mint and sothing darker, addictive, and my hands were everywhere—his jaw, his chest, gripping his shirt like I needed it to anchor .
I moved against him without thinking, instinct guiding more than reason. His breath was ragged, his hands were all over now—waist, thighs, up my back, down again—and all of it felt like fire under my skin. My dress was slipping, the hem rising with every shift of my hips, and I didn’t stop it. Couldn’t. I wanted more—needed it.
After many nights of touching myself, I finally get to be with a man.
I finally get to be with him.
The car slowed.
We froze, lips barely parted, foreheads pressed together, breathing hard.
My pulse thundered in my ears. His hands still held like he didn’t want to let go. Like he wasn’t sure if he should.
Adrian’s voice broke the silence again. "We’re here."
And just like that, the spell cracked—not shattered. And I was too wrapped in him to tell the difference.
Liam didn’t speak. He just looked at for a beat longer, then wordlessly slid out of the car with his arms under and lifted off his lap like I weighed nothing.
"I’ll take her inside," he said. His voice was quieter now, rougher. A secret between us.
The sunlight and warm air kissed my skin as Liam carried towards the door and into the building, his steps calm and unhurried, like he didn’t want this mont to end either. And then we were back in the room I’d gotten dressed in earlier—where everything had started. It was just a few hours ago but it felt like a really long ti ago.
And I couldn’t even understand why but I didn’t have ti to think about that.
I had to focus on the man in front of .
The sunlight poured in through the wide windows, golden and soft, catching on the dust in the air like glitter as he carried into the room, his grip steady, careful.
He didn’t turn on the lights. The sun had already drenched the room in a quiet, honey-colored glow and it spilled across the bed as he gently laid down.
But I didn’t want him to leave here.
I couldn’t let him leave here.
So I didn’t let go of him.
I let my fingers curl tighter into his shirt, anchoring myself to him like he was the only thing keeping sane.
"Don’t go," I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice.
He stiffened as my grip tightened on his shirt, his eyes searching mine for sothing I wasn’t quite sure of. "But...Thea. You’re not thinking straight right now. I..."
"Please. I need you." His words died on his lips when I spoke again and he just stood there, watching , and for a second—a tiny fragile second, I thought he was going to leave right there but when he slowly leaned down and slid in beside I couldn’t stop the small smile from forming on my lips.
The bed dipped beneath his weight, and the mont his body t mine again, I felt that dizzy heat rush back in.
His warmth sank into the space between us, my breath catching when his hand found mine. His fingers brushed along my wrist, up my arm, then back down again, tracing invisible patterns on my skin that made ache in ways I didn’t have words for.
We didn’t speak. There was no need to—not when we already understood each other.
He then shifted closer, his nose brushing mine and when his mouth found mine again, there was nothing soft about it. It was heat and desperation and the kind of hunger that made your head spin. My hands slipped under his shirt, feeling the hard lines of his stomach, and he groaned against my lips, tugging even closer.
Clothes shifted—his shirt rucked up, my straps slipping down.
His skin against mine.
My breath hitching.
Everything blurred and burned, like we were suspended in a dream we both wanted to last forever.
And then—
Oblivion.
Comfort.
Warmth.
I felt his heartbeat under my cheek, his arm curled around , breath steady and slow like mine. Our legs tangled, skin brushing, and for the first ti in what felt like forever, I felt like nothing else mattered.
Because wrapped in him...
I finally felt like I belonged here in this world.
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