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“Should we go downstairs?” I ask him, and he grins.

“We can go down and do it in the bed if you want,” Liam says slowly. “But I, personally, think we should have our wedding night right here.”

“Morning, technically.” I grin up at him, and he kisses me again, hard and firm.

“All the better. I love seeing you naked in the sunlight,” Liam says. “And this is our private rooftop. No one will come up here.”

His hand goes to the zipper of my dress as the sun slowly rises, and there’s not a single part of me that’s going to tell him no.

TWENTY-SIX

ANA

It feels deliciously wanton in the best way to let Liam strip me naked on the rooftop, as the sun comes up above us, with the city all around us as if we’re the only two people left in the world. I’d foregone wearing anything underneath it once again, and Liam’s groan as the silk slithers over my bare skin to the warm surface beneath our feet is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard. I pull off his jacket, tossing it to the ground as he yanks his tie free with one hand, my fingers making quick work of his shirt buttons as his hands slide over my bare skin, up to my breasts, where his fingers toy with my nipples as I undo his belt. I gasp with pleasure as his lips find my neck, his fingertips pulling and pinching at the stiff rosy peaks of my breasts as I arch against him, shoving his suit trousers down so that he’s naked too, his hard cock springing free against my belly as he pulls me against him for another deep, ravenous kiss,

“I know exactly what I want to do with you,” Liam murmurs against my mouth. “I’ve been dreaming about it for as long as I’ve had you here,” he adds, and then he scoops me up into his arms, carrying me towards the sunken hot tub on the other side of the long rooftop pool.

He sets me on the edge, stepping down into it as the jets come on, the water foaming and bubbling around his hips as he comes to stand between my legs, spreading my thighs as one hand slides upwards, his other hand cupping the back of my head as he brings my lips to his. “I want to fuck you here,” he murmurs against my lips. “But I’m going to make you come for me first. I want you drenched for me, Ana, so wet and wanting that you can’t bear it any longer by the time I’m inside of you.”

His fingers slide over my clit as he whispers against my mouth. I gasp, my lips parting for the onslaught of his tongue in the same instant that his fingers plunge inside of me, curling inside of my tight, clenching pussy as he kisses me deeply. The pleasure is sharp and instantaneous, bursting over my skin as he thrusts his fingers into me, his thumb finding my clit and rolling over it in the familiar sensation I know so well. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, sucking my lip into his mouth, his teeth grazing over the edge of it. “Come for me, Ana, let me feel you squeeze around my fingers–fuck, you’re so wet already for me, god yes–”

I love how Liam talks to me during sex, encouraging me, making me feel as if my arousal turns him on, rather than something to be embarrassed about as I feel my pussy dripping over his fingers, tightening as I grind into his hand, my thighs spreading as I lean back, gasping with pleasure as the orgasm builds. Liam’s mouth is on my jaw, my throat, dragging downwards as I grip the edge tightly, my back arched as he fucks me hard and fast with his fingers. The instant his lips fasten around my nipple and his tongue circles it, I feel the knot of pleasure deep in my belly come unfurled, the tidal wave of pleasure crashing over me as Liam brings me to my first orgasm of the morning.

I know it won’t be the last. He keeps going as I come, his fingers thrusting and rubbing, his tongue flicking over my nipple as he sucks my small breast into his mouth, my moans and gasps filling the open air. Even as it starts to slow, he doesn’t stop, his fingers still moving slowly inside of me as he kisses his way down my stomach, his thumb brushing gently over my throbbing clit as he works his way down, sliding deeper into the water until his mouth is between my legs, and he looks up at me, kissing my inner thighs lightly.

“I love the taste of you,” he murmurs, and then he holds me open, spreading me with his fingers as his mouth fastens over my clit.

I nearly scream with pleasure, gasping as he eats me ravenously, licking and sucking at the tender flesh as his fingers thrust inside of me. It’s clear he wants to make me come again almost immediately. I can feel the orgasm building almost instantly, pushing me to the edge and holding me there as he slides his tongue and fingers over all of my most sensitive spots. “Liam–” I gasp his name, shuddering with pleasure as he laps at my clit. “I want you inside of me, please–”

He pulls back, looking up at me with a wicked grin as he runs his tongue over the length of my pussy. “Come for me again then like a good girl, and you can have my cock.”

Oh god.It’s like he flipped a fucking switch. I cry out, my back arching deeply as I come hard on his tongue, grinding shamelessly against his face as my thighs tighten around his head, and I hear him groan with pleasure. I’ve never known any man who loved eating pussy as much as Liam. He devours me like I’m his last meal, his tongue lashing against my oversensitive flesh through wave after wave of my climax, until I slump back onto my elbows, gasping. He slips his fingers free of me, reaching for my waist and pulling me down into the hot, bubbling water with him.

My legs go around his waist instantly, my body buoyant, and Liam angles himself between my thighs, groaning as his cock slips into my drenched, fluttering pussy. I clench around him almost instantly, making him moan against my lips as his hand wraps in my damp hair, his mouth finding mine and kissing me deeply as he leans me against the edge of the small pool and starts to thrust.

I can feel how hard he is inside of me, how eager he is, but nothing about his movements is hurried or rushed. He slides into me, again and again, his hips moving in steady thrusts as the water laps around us, his lips brushing over mine, over my jaw and my throat, and up again, his breath warm on the shell of my ear as he makes love to me, steady and slow.

This time my orgasm builds by degrees, a little higher with each thrust of his rigid cock inside of me, filling me as he moans against my lips, gasping with the pleasure of being inside of me. “I can’t wait to do this every day for the rest of our lives,” he murmurs, and I laugh softly.

“Every day?” I ask him, raising an eyebrow and then gasping when he thrusts into me again.

“Just wait and see,” Liam promises, and then he thrusts again, shuddering with pleasure as I clench around him. “Oh god, Ana, I’m so close–”

“Come for me, then,” I whisper, kissing him again as I wind my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips, moaning softly as he thrusts into me harder, his thighs tensing with his oncoming orgasm. “I’ll come with you, oh god, Liam–”

I feel him swell and harden, feel his cock starting to throb as he presses his mouth to my shoulder, his whole body tensing as he grinds against me, the beginning of his orgasm triggering mine as I feel the first rush of his cum inside of me, his arms holding me tightly against him, skin to skin, the hot water splashing around us.

We stay like that for a long moment, breathless and panting as Liam holds me up. Then somehow, we manage to get out, stumbling naked to one of the wide lounge chairs and falling, dripping, and steaming onto it.

Liam pulls me into his arms, kissing my neck as I curl against him. “I love you,” he murmurs, and I let out a soft sigh.

“I love you too.” I turn in his arms, my breasts pressed to his smooth damp chest as I cup his cheek in my palm. “I love you, Liam McGregor.”

“And I love you, Anastasia McGregor.”

“Mm, I like the sound of that.” I smile against his lips as I kiss him again.

We stay like that for a little while, kissing and touching lazily, the sun fully up by now. I run my fingers through his still-wet hair, pulling back slightly to look at Liam’s face. “What happens now?” I ask softly. “Sofia–and especially Caterina–were worried about the alliance and what the Kings would do if we stayed together. Caterina practically begged me to leave you and come back to Manhattan. She made it sound like–” I take a deep, shaky breath, some of our reality crashing back in. “Are you in danger, Liam? Arewein danger?”


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