"I hurt you.", Amelia said to Liam.
She bit him in anger, causing his lip to bleed, and she regretted it now.
Liam wanted to say how it was not a big deal, but then he changed his mind.
"It hurts", he said pitifully. "How are you going to make it up to me?"
"Uhm… I can administer first aid.", she said.
Liam refused. "Not necessary. My body heals quickly."
"How can I make it up to you then? How about I give you something?" Amelia glanced around the room. "I don't have much."
Liam looked at the silly woman under him. "You have the most precious thing in the world. Give me your heart and I will be a happy man."
Amelia blinked when she realized that he was talking about her love. But... didn't she love him already?
"This is new for both of us", he said. "Don't think that I have an advantage here because my insides are trembling at the thought that I won't be able to make you happy. Will our lives be perfect? I don't know. Will I disappoint you? I hope not, but it could happen. A lot of things are uncertain, but I am confident that I won't give up on us, and the only thing I will ever ask from you is that you don't give up on me."
Amelia's heart melted because she could sense his sincerity. And he was insecure. The outrageously handsome and powerful werewolf was naked on top of her (equally naked body), and he was afraid that she will reject him. Was she thinking of rejecting him? Absolutely not.
"I won't give up on us, Liam", she said. "Let's do this."
Liam felt like a big burden fell off his chest, but he still felt that she was reserved. He wanted to give her another push, one that would get her further from her safety zone and straight into his arms so that he could protect her. He wanted her body, mind, and soul. It was important.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Absolutely." She assured him.
"Mates are forever. You won't be able to back out."
"I won't."
"Prove it.", Liam challenged her.
Amelia was at a loss. How can she prove such a thing? Well, there was one move she could try. She lifted her head how much their position allowed (because he was still holding her hands above her head), and she pecked his lips, once, twice… and she was happy that he kissed her back, but he didn't lower himself to make kissing easier. Actually, she hoped that he will take the lead because she didn't really know what to do.
"Take me, Liam", she said. Her cheeks were crimson now from embarrassment and arousal. "Mark me as yours."
Liam's eyes flashed, and he dove for a fervent kiss full of need because his gorgeous mate asked him to mark her!
He had no intention of delaying the inevitable and allowing for another opportunity to complicate things. Just the thought of claiming Amelia as his made Liam hard to the point of aching.
He released her wrists so that he can caress her properly and her hands moved to hold onto his muscular back that was decorated with numerous tattoos. His body was a work of art, and Amelia was confident that she will get to appreciate Liam's magnificent visual for the years to come.
Liam growled when his hand ventured to the cradle of her thighs to feel how wet she was. For him.
He positioned himself between her legs and caressed her hip, and she gasped into the kiss when she felt the pressure increasing.
Liam didn't stop his flurry of kisses nor his steady advances into her depths. He was on a mission to claim her, and he had no intention of pausing until it was over.
A sharp pain told her that they crossed the point of no return, but the way he held her firmly while keeping his caresses gentle told her that it will be alright.
"FUCK!" Liam cursed loudly when he got in all the way. No pussy ever gripped his cock in such a way, and the sparks igniting his body made the whole experience mind-blowing.
This was it, merging with mate, and it was so much better than he imagined it would be.
The thought of him ever doing such a thing with another woman was unacceptable, and the thought of her doing this with another man was driving him insane.
"You are mine… mine…" Liam growled lowly while rocking into her.
Amelia's scent of vetiver mixed with the lilac that was in the vase, reminding him of carefree days, and the scent of her arousal added Amelia into the memory, changing it forever. Liam's mental image of a boy relaxing in the grass on a sunny day transformed into a grownup Liam with Amelia; they were in the grass, kissing and caressing while relishing each other's presence and creating their own definition of happiness.
Amelia held onto Liam with all her might because the whole room was spinning, but she was not afraid because Liam was there to anchor her.
He licked and kissed her everywhere his mouth reached, eventually moving to the base of her neck.
She wanted to kiss him and caress him in return, but her body was not responding to the commands of her brain. She was completely at his mercy while her body moved on an instinct to match the rhythm his set.
Amelia moaned when he squeezed her hip and increased the pace of his thrusts, and she bit her lower lip to suppress the embarrassing sounds.
There was a change of angle, and his cock pushed against the spot that made her see stars in front of her closed eyes.
"That's it…" He murmured between kisses. "Let it out… Let me hear you… Look at me…"
Amelia opened her eyes, and through her haze, she could see his disheveled appearance. When did her hands end up in his hair? She was not sure because the pressure in the pit of her stomach was increasing, and her jaw fell open slack in a silent cry when she felt the scorching pain in her neck.
The heat of his venom spread through her veins, and she tensed as an orgasm hit her full force.
Liam growled while pumping himself into her without releasing her neck, and Amelia was confident that she will pass out from the overload of senses, but she didn't.
Amelia was surprised by the clarity that enveloped her. It was like when the mist disperses under the morning sun, and everything becomes brighter and sharper.
She could clearly feel his cock throbbing inside her as he filled her up with his hot seed, how he held her waist firmly, the moment when his venom reached the tips of her toes that were curled to the point of hurting, her insides jolting in the aftershocks of her orgasm… she never felt anything like it, and it all came with the addictive scent of lilac. The sweet aroma was everywhere, and it took her a moment to realize that it was coming from Liam. Even his sweat carried a lilac scent. It was her favorite. How come she didn't pick that up before?
Liam retracted his fangs, and he licked the spot where he bit Amelia, to help her heal. He loved the way she twitched under him to the rhythm his tongue set.
He lifted his head to look at her flushed face that was glowing in the aftermath of their mind-blowing sex. She was the one. His mate. Claimed and marked and absolutely perfect.
The mark was still fresh, but Liam could feel the bond forming and allowing him to peek into her emotions. She was dazed, amazed, and mostly happy.
Liam captured her lips with his, and he inhaled her shaky sigh when he resumed rocking into her. Did she think that once will be enough?
Amelia didn't know much about Liam other than his name, that he had three brothers and many friends, and that no woman waited for him in his realm. He had no children, and he wanted many, with her. He said that he wanted to make her happy, with a promise of sex every night and breakfast in the morning. He loved drinking coffee and he said that she will love it too. He knew how to set her body ablaze, and there was a strange sense of belonging that increased with his every thrust and every kiss... actually, she knew quite a bit of things about him.
Liam was her soulmate, her other half, and that was more than enough to relax and enjoy the pleasures of flesh her smoking-hot mate was providing. And he said that it will last forever.
You can find a pic of Liam and Amelia in the comments.
