Sarah's POV
The world outside the lodge—the sheriff, the canals, the looming shadow of Jason—ceased to exist. The only reality was the heat radiating between us and the desperate, frantic blur of hands roaming over skin. My shirt was gone, then his, clothes flying off and landing forgotten on the hardwood floor as the tension of the last few months finally snapped.
When we hit the mattress, I didn't want to be passive. I needed to feel the control I’d been denied for so long. I pushed him back against the pillows and straddled him, my fingers digging into his shoulders. Liam’s hands felt like fire on my hips, guiding me, his eyes dark with a hunger that was entirely focused on me.
I lowered myself onto him slowly, a sharp intake of breath escaping my lips as I felt his thick c**k stret
