06: Revenge Part 03

But my mind was still reeling from his touch, from the way he had made me feel. The logical part of my brain was screaming at me to stop, to turn around and run. But my body, my traitorous body, was humming with a different kind of electricity, a primal pull that I couldn’t seem to resist.

He gently lowered me to my feet, his eyes never leaving mine. The air between us crackled with unspoken tension. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the buttons of my dress. A shiver ran down my spine. He slowly, deliberately, undid the buttons, his gaze intensifying with each one. The dress slid off my shoulders and fell to the floor in a soft heap.

He paused, his eyes raking over me, taking in the lace intimate apparel I was wearing. A low growl rumbled in his chest. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate straps of my bra. “Is this… for me?” he breathed, his voice husky.

The question hung in the air, thick with implication. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. I hadn’t thought about the lingerie. I had simply grabbed the first thing I saw, something that Emma had tossed at me with a wink and a knowing smile. But now, under Liam’s intense gaze, it felt… significant. Like I had dressed for the occasion, like I had intended for this to be something more than just a means to an end.

“No,” I managed to say, my voice barely a whisper. “It’s… just what I was wearing.”

He smirked, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Right,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. He didn’t believe me, of course. And the truth was, I wasn’t entirely sure I believed myself.

His hands moved to the clasp of my bra, his fingers brushing against my skin, sending another wave of shivers through me. He released the clasp, and the bra fell away, leaving me exposed. I instinctively crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly feeling vulnerable.

He chuckled softly, his eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and something else, something darker, more intense. He reached out and gently took my arms, pulling them away from my body. “Don’t,” he whispered, his voice soft but firm. “Don’t hide from me.”

His words, his touch, were disarming. I wanted to pull away, to protect myself, but I couldn’t. I was frozen, caught in his gaze, mesmerized by the intensity in his eyes. He reached out and traced a finger along the curve of my collarbone, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me.

“You’re beautiful, Ava,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “You’re… breathtaking.”

His words, though familiar, felt different coming from him. They weren’t just empty compliments, the kind of things men said to get what they wanted. They felt… genuine. Like he truly saw me, like he appreciated the person I was, not just the body I inhabited.

I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe that he saw something in me that Gabriel hadn’t, something worth appreciating. But I knew better. Liam Moran was a playboy. He knew how to play the game, how to make a woman feel special, even if it was just for a night. I couldn’t afford to forget that.

He leaned in, his lips tracing a fiery path along the curves of my body. His touch was like a brand, searing itself into my skin. He kissed my neck, my shoulders, the swell of my breasts, each kiss igniting a fresh wave of heat within me. He slowly lowered me onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. The air crackled with anticipation, a silent promise of pleasure and pain, of surrender and dominance.

His body was taut, his muscles corded beneath his skin. I could feel the heat radiating from him, a palpable energy that drew me in, that made me want to close the distance between us. His large, throbbing member was at full attention, straining against the confines of his jeans. The sight of it, so raw and unashamed, sent a shiver of both fear and excitement through me. He moved with a slow, deliberate grace, his movements deliberate and controlled. He reached down and gently, almost reverently, removed my lace panties.

The cool air against my exposed skin sent another shiver through me, but this time it was different. It wasn’t the shiver of fear or anticipation. It was a shiver of pure, unadulterated desire. My body ached, yearned for him to fill the emptiness inside me. It was a longing I had never felt before, a primal craving that took me by surprise.

In an instant, his thickness filled me, stretching me, filling me in a way that no one ever had. A moan escaped my lips, an odd, involuntary sound I never knew I could make. It was a sound of both pleasure and surprise, a sound that echoed the raw, untamed desire that had taken root within me.

His eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flickering across their dark depths. A primal grunt escaped his lips as he began to move, his hips thrusting against mine with a slow, rhythmic intensity. The world dissolved around me, the only sensations that mattered were the feel of his skin against mine, the rhythm of his movements, and the heat that radiated between us.

A wave began to build within me, a sensation so intense, so foreign, that I didn’t know what it was. It was beyond comprehension, beyond anything I had ever experienced before. It was like a fire spreading through my veins, consuming me from the inside out. I knew something was building, something powerful, something that threatened to shatter me completely. And I knew, instinctively, that if he stopped, if he pulled away, it would drive me crazy. I wanted him to continue, to keep thrusting, to keep pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

His movements became faster, more urgent. He cupped my face in his hands, his fingers digging into my skin. His eyes were locked on mine, his gaze intense, possessive. He was no longer the smooth, charming playboy. He was something else entirely, something primal, something untamed. And I, in that moment, was right there with him, lost in the heat of the moment, consumed by the fire that raged between us.

I arched my back, my body instinctively seeking more, craving more. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him against me. I moaned again, a louder, more desperate sound this time. I didn’t care about the noise, about the vulnerability. I was beyond caring about anything but the sensations that were coursing through me.