Page 61 of Claiming Liberty
Fuck these people. We don’t need them. They don’t need us.
I can’t tell him this, though. I can’t even hear myself breathe.
So instead, I kiss him, using my lips and my tongue to express everything I can’t vocalize. Hard, rough, with my hands in his hair and my aching body pressing into his.
And when I pull away, I mouth three words.
“I love you.”
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ANGEL
My hand on Liberty’s chest moves with every breath she takes.
I hold perfectly still on the mattress with Liberty’s back tucked against me, both my arms securely wrapped around her as she sleeps. She needs the rest.
Once we got to my house, she refused to sleep until I went to the manor to check on Elsie. By the time I got back, her hearing seemed to be better, but she still looked exhausted. Probably as much as I am. I would sleep too if I wasn’t so hell-bent on savoring this.
It feels surreal to be holding her now, after I’d forced myself to accept that I never would again. I tried to forget the way her body felt, her warmth pressed against me. Her soft, smooth skin beneath my fingertips. The deep pink of her lips or the creases around her mouth when she smiles.
She’s here, in my arms, and I hope she doesn’t plan on leaving because I don’t have the strength to let her go again.
She’s mine. Forever. End of story.
She rustles in her sleep, pulling the sheet off her shoulders with her movement.
I know I have to leave soon. Chaffer’s house will be in full swing in a couple of hours, and I need to be there before the bulk of the guests arrive.
There should be a hell of a crowd now that the playroom has been tainted. Hell, maybe people will stay home. Maybe they’llmove. After tonight, several people will want to. It’ll become obvious that a war is starting, and most won’t want to take the chance of being a casualty.
I plant a kiss on Lib’s shoulder then reluctantly pull my arms away. Fighting back a sigh, I stand from the bed and creep toward the closet.
“Hey.” She lifts a hand to her mouth as she yawns. Lowering her hand, she looks at me through half-hooded lids.
“Hey.” I walk to the bed and sit on the edge.
“Where were you going?”
“Just getting dressed.” I lean toward her and pull the sheet up to her neck. “Go back to sleep.”
Her lips lift into a small, mischievous smile as she takes my hand and tugs me toward her. “What do you need to get dressed for?”
I lay down beside her and cup her cheek before closing my eyes and kissing her. Her warm palm flattens on my chest, and her hips shift toward me.
Our lips move, matching each other’s rhythm, and it feels so good that I regret initiating it. I need to go. IknowI need to go. But when Lib’s nails make a delicious path down to my boxers, my cock takes over, never giving reason a chance.
I groan as she slips her hand into my boxers and wraps long, slim fingers around my length. She squeezes, and my cock fills with blood.
My hips rock into her touch, and I kiss her harder, shifting so I’m leaning over her. Her hand slides up and down, and I have to break the kiss just to get a complete breath.
Lib gasps as I take her chin and jerk her head back, dipping my head to run my tongue up her neck. I hungrily kiss along her collarbone, my teeth grazing soft flesh along the way.
Lib’s hand pumps faster, and her breaths pick up until she’s panting. She uses her other hand to grip the hair at the back of my head and yank me to her mouth, kissing me for a couple of seconds before letting me break away.
“Touch me,” she commands, making my cock jump at the sound of her honey-coated words. Her back arches as she shivers, and when she squeezes the base of my cock, I thrust on instinct.
I trail kisses down to her tits and shove my hand into her panties, my breath shaking as I eagerly rub three fingers over her hood. She lets out a tiny whine as she lifts her legs, using my ass as a shelf for her heels.