Chapter 53: Chapter 53

“If only nights could be like the one that just ended and mornings could be like this one, then Liam Morgan Adams would be a contented man. I would never ask for anything else under the sun.” I am snapped from my sweet sleep by Liam’s deep hum.

I peel my eyes slowly, meeting with his beautiful ones that seem like they have been ogling me ever since dawn knocked. Even though we swim through a series of sins that will perhaps, though I am hoping not, be the beginning of our ruin, I manage to trade back a smile to him. It is not right to greet someone, especially your better half, with a gloomy face in the morning.

I stretch my hands to his jawline and pull him for a morning kiss. Again, I should be perturbed because we broke their rules once again. We bathed in pure pleasure the whole night, and we are still under the sheets on my bed. If Mitch ever finds out, it will be a very serious crime. But then, after such a memorable night, I don’t have it in me to ruin the rapture and the contentment that we are sampling right now. I am kicking all my fears aside and savoring this moment.

“Will that day ever come, Liam?” I implore when we pull away, his hand cupping one side of my cheek while the other is curled around my waist. His fingers are doing an applaudable job of soothing me, almost thawing me to surrender myself again to yet another series of beauteous sins, while I am nuzzling his jaws with my gentle hands. “That day when we can be able to love and show our love to each other without any fears, worries, or obstacles? Without having to do it in secret?” I murmur.

He leans in, brushing his lips against mine and pecking them before boring his fully lusted orbs into mine. “As long as we are both working towards that day, it will surely come. There is nothing I want more than to see that day.” He says it, and I know he means it. Every single word of it.

I smile, the events of last night conjuring a blush that makes me blink continuously for a moment. That stupid truth and dare game brought about all these. If only those drunkard fools did not involve us in their stupid games, if only that witch had not tried to act smart and wicked, this probably would not have happened.

But on second thought, maybe it was for the best. It resulted in something so sweet and phenomenal. She screwed herself with her own game, and that is a bonus to my rapture. And then, when I had thought that Liam and I had lost the chance to be together yesterday, boom! The kiss saga happened, and it couldn’t have ended any better. I spent the night buckled up in his loving hands. Breathing in his sweet pheromones and out my worries I think that witch should come up with such freaking games if this will be the banged-up outcome. She must have cried her eyes and black soul out the entire night.

“Someone seems to have woken up in utter bliss. Am I the reason, or why are you smiling now? Was I that satisfying last night?” His deep voice pulls me from blushland.

In an attempt to cloak my grin, I end up grinning even broader. I just cannot help it. The rapture that I am basking in right now is so rhapsodic. Ooh, hail to that stupid witch. “Do you really have to ask? I wish the night didn’t have to end. But, on a more sane note, I am glad that it did.” I state.

He forms furrows on his charming face. “Why? Did I suck that much?” He asks with a slight smirk. He is not worried about my comment. He knows his game is top-notch. Such a sweet beast. I can fuck him for a whole month, day and night, and that will still not be enough.

“No. It’s because I would be a hundred times more sore, thirsty, and drained than I already am.” I state, and he chuckles, capturing my attention with his bewitching smirk and his blinding, shiny teeth. How I wish I could see him this way each and every single day.

“I am so sorry, love. Sometimes, you remind me to take it slow. You turn me into a beast, and I don’t tend to think when I am in that deep state. I, however, don’t want to hurt you or the little mini you that we are expecting.” He says, his hand traveling to my tiny belly and carrying it gently. He pulls his head down, tracing kisses from my earlobe and down to my belly. He smears it with wet kisses, erupting sparks that summon moans from me. “I am sorry.” He says, leaving his hand on the belly bump and pulling himself up to align his face with mine again.

“Sorry?” I murmur as we lock eyes.

“Yeah. I wasn’t trying to lure you into another round. So, will you let me know next time when I go too rough on you?” He asks, biting his lower lip.

Darn! He has no idea what that site is doing to me.

“If my brain works properly, If you will not have driven all wild, Liam Morgan Adams, which I doubt.” I say. How can I remember other things when we are in that mood?

“I will try not to drive you completely wild. But I cannot promise, because I love seeing you all wild and burning with cravings for me.” He says it seductively, faking the most innocent expression.

Innocent, yet his hand is trailing down there. Damn him!

“It is too late for morning glory, don’t you think?” I ask as I tense.

“Shit!” He curses as he halts his wild tour. He rolls off me and jerks himself up to kneel in front of me. He is such a seductive, sweet jerk! How can he kneel so composedly with his naked abs and sweet cock, glaring at me like this? And me, am I an insatiate little beast? I mean, I had him the entire night, and yet I am still craving him? “I would love to have a bath with you, but I think it is best if I am on. Look out for that whore while you fix yourself up. I will make breakfast for us.” He says.

I jerk myself up. “She did not come home." I ask. I don’t even know why I am asking. She is always absent the whole weekend. But maybe the fact that she had chosen to bring the party into the house this time around suggests that things would have been different this time around.

“No. She didn’t.” He says he is looking at me curiously. Why? “How come you are not worried today?” He asks; he cannot quell his curiosity anymore.

So he noticed? Well, how could he not? I am supposed to be acting like a nervous wreck right now. I mean, we are still under the covers this late in the morning, and that too after a heated night of passion in this house where they are not supposed to be having sex. But then, I have embraced two things: to trust Liam and not to ruin any moment that he and I share together. Besides, he knows that more than I do when it comes to these things.

I kick the duvet aside and crawl to him. I perch myself on his lap, a gesture and position that are so tempting. “I decided that that whore is not worth ruining any moment we get lucky to have. Nothing is.” I state, kissing his lips. I don’t know why I still feel so hot after that satisfying night. My hormones must be acting up. Or maybe it is this baby who wants to feel this closure between her parents.

“I am glad that, finally, you are looking at this from the brighter side of it. Nothing is worth ruining what he has, baby.” Liam whimpers as he pins me more to him, kissing me with the same passion that I am kissing him with. “Lynn.” He calls, trying to pull away, which I don’t give him a chance to.

“I want more, Liam.” I whimper as I pull away gently. I reach for his arms and press them on my breasts, pressing them. “Ooh! Take me, Liam. Make love to me.” I plead, reaching for his lips, which were so ready for me.

“But you are sore, baby.” He whimpers between kissing and kneading my breasts and pushing me onto the bed too. On the flip side, he is atop me, pleasuring me just the way I yearn to be pleasured by only him. Yes, only him.

“I can handle it, hon.” I whimper, reaching for his cock and aligning it with my wet entrance, forgetting all the soreness I am feeling. With just an effortless thrust, his beautiful beast rests between my walls. “Oooh, yes.” I moan.

Damn! What the…

"You..." we both snap at each other. “Did I hear that right?” he asks.

I shake my head. I indeed heard that cursed doorbell, but I am hoping, against all odds, that we heard it all wrong. “I don’t think..."

The door rings again savagely, and it keeps ringing and ringing uncontrollably, as if the witch behind the door knows exactly what it is ruining. For goodness sake! Why the fuck only now?

“Fuck it!” Liam curses as he pulls his cock out of me and rolls off. “That must be that witch. I will go check.” He says this as he rummages for his clothes.

Curse that witch! Why did she have to come home on a Saturday morning, huh? She always shows up on Monday morning or late on Sundays, drunk to her bones. What the heck happened today?