5 Years Later
The soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of our bedroom, casting a warm, golden glow across the tangled sheets. Five years had passed, but waking up next to Liam still felt like a beautiful, recurring dream.
Liam leaned over me, his dark eyes filled with that same fierce devotion, his hands trailing down my skin with a familiar, burning heat. When his fingers slid down to circle my swollen cl*t, a sharp gasp caught in my throat, my hips instinctively arching up against his palm. He moved lower, his lips tracing a path down my neck before he opened his mouth and bit my n*pple, the dull ache of the contrast sending a wild, electric jolt straight through me. I whimpered, my hands tangling in his hair as he finally slid deep inside my slick p*ssy. The rhythmic
