I thought you said forever over and over
Heat washed through Liam as Maea's body pressed against him, his gaze darkening with desire. He might have said something about her not needing to show gratitude - about not owing him anything simply for doing the only thing he could do in the situation he'd found himself in - but the feather-light touch that coursed down his chest to come to rest just above the waist of his pants distracted him enough that words eluded him. Instead, his grip on her waist tightened briefly, possessively - and then he was reaching for her robe, intending to slip it off her.
But before he could, her other hand was sliding down his neck, and she was leaning in to press her lips against the hollow of his throat. He swallowed hard, vaguely wondering how attached she was to the robe and whether she'd be at all upset if he simply ripped it off of her, a sudden, surging desire driven by her hands and her lips and her words. Taking a shaky breath, Liam tilted his head to capture her mouth with his, lifting one hand to cradle the back of her head to deepen the kiss. "I love you," he murmured against her lips. "All of you. Always."
He kissed the corner of her mouth, then pressed a trail of kisses along her jaw to nip at the sensitive skin beneath her ear. "Everything between us - it hasn't changed," he continued. "I may have been infected, but this? Us? It's always been real." Their friendship, the slow blossoming into something more, the love that they'd come to share: it all burned as brightly now as it had upon first discovering it. Being cured had only served to solidify Liam's feelings, and he wanted nothing more right now than to show Maea just what she meant to him.
But before he could, her other hand was sliding down his neck, and she was leaning in to press her lips against the hollow of his throat. He swallowed hard, vaguely wondering how attached she was to the robe and whether she'd be at all upset if he simply ripped it off of her, a sudden, surging desire driven by her hands and her lips and her words. Taking a shaky breath, Liam tilted his head to capture her mouth with his, lifting one hand to cradle the back of her head to deepen the kiss. "I love you," he murmured against her lips. "All of you. Always."
He kissed the corner of her mouth, then pressed a trail of kisses along her jaw to nip at the sensitive skin beneath her ear. "Everything between us - it hasn't changed," he continued. "I may have been infected, but this? Us? It's always been real." Their friendship, the slow blossoming into something more, the love that they'd come to share: it all burned as brightly now as it had upon first discovering it. Being cured had only served to solidify Liam's feelings, and he wanted nothing more right now than to show Maea just what she meant to him.
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
Liam
