Soft laughter dragged his attention up. “You’re not the devil, Liam. And I was the one who gave you an ultimatum. You’re only human, same as me, flesh and blood.”
This time, he was the one amused until her thighs trembled open. It was too late for his soul and conscience. Liam positioned himself, pushing on her knees until his shoulders prevented them from closing again.
“Now tell me what I’m about to do isn’t a sin, angel.”
His tongue darted out, parting her folds until it hitched against her clit. Precariously close to falling, Liam hooked his arms around her thighs as her back arched. He tortured her, and himself a while longer, until he could taste her sweet nectar in his lips. If he’d had more time, he’d make endless love to her, until they couldn’t move, but their time together was running out.
Beyond pleasure, deep inside his soul, Liam sought possession even just for an instant, as there was no doubt that, at that moment, Catriona owned his heart, now and forever.
As he felt her clench, on the verge of orgasm, he abandoned her and stood, unfastening his jeans with uncommon speed. He’d barely freed his erection, when Catriona stunned him by taking him in hand and gently pulling him to her. “Careful, angel. You’re playing with hell’s fire.”
Quickly, her hand fisted in his hair, bringing his face close. “Too late, Liam. I already burn.”
He kissed her as he slowly pushed inside her welcoming body. Tight and slick, Liam wanted to experience this feeling for the rest of his life with her but pushed the annoying thought away. Instead, he let himself enjoy what she was willingly offering, enjoying her inexperience, her hesitation, and the pure emotions on display. Innocence that never wore a mask or pretended to be something it wasn’t. To him, she told the truth and laid herself bare, coaxing him to do the same, to accept himself, and have hope when there was none.
He’d forgotten how to pray, but now, in her arms, lost in the throes of passion, he wanted to shout to God to allow her to stay, to find what she was searching for in him. He vowed to take care of her, to cherish her if she allowed it, but also to respect her wishes if she didn’t remain in his life.
His hands coursed over her body, memorizing every subtle and beautiful curve, worshiping her as much as he could, staving off the end, both for herself and him. Keeping her on edge was the only agony he’d ever cause her, as it was the only way to keep her in his arms just a little longer. If a single second more was all he could have, Liam would walk through fire to seize it.
However, his body was fallible, and when Catriona bowed in his arms, spasms clenching at him harder than ever, his orgasm pursued hers, reaching for her light as they were now alone in their universe.
Head buried in her neck, her hair enveloping his head like a veil, his heart fought the return to reality. Over and over again, in the depths of his soul, he repeated how much he loved her, to the point where his eyes burned with unshed tears, and he would’ve remained precisely like that until his body disintegrated, but his cell phone beeped, making him crash back to reality.
Gently, Liam pushed back Catriona’s hair, admiring her face still dazed with pleasure before disengaging from her and reaching for his pants. Just before he looked at the message, he admired his angel one last time in the midst of sin.
“What does it say?” Catriona was clutching her clothing against her chest and padded to him.
All the warmth that had filled his chest evaporated, replaced with the usual cold. “It’s from Lazarus. He’s heard from his contact. We’re leaving for Chicago tonight.”
