Wilde Heart (Wilde Women Book 2) (52 page)

Being awakened by his powerful seduction was a unique experience that found her already so deep in a state of intoxicating arousal that she could barely move. With the heat and a sweet, pulsing excitement that felt like it was pouring from her body, overwhelming her senses, she writhed in earnest and moaned deeply.

His mouth found her pleasure center with devastating results. Licking her exposed femininity, he groaned as
his
lips devoured
her
lips. A strong spasm of heated lust burst free inside her.

“I love your pussy, Rhiann,” he growled against her sensitive flesh.

Ah, god.
Why’d he have to say those things? Hearing the heavy desire in his voice, she knew he meant every word and knowing that he enjoyed loving her so intimately just set her on fire.

She reached for his head and put both hands in his hair as she pulled her knees up to give him all the room he needed to feast on her.

“You are so wet,
milaya moya.
It tastes so good,” he moaned while he sucked, licked, and nibbled on the part of her body that belonged only to him.

He parted her with trembling hands and grunted his desire before taking her to a place so sensually erotic that she wondered
how
or
if
she’d survive.

But when he drew her sensitive clitoris into his mouth and laved it with his hot tongue, she knew that survive she would because pleasure like this made her want to live forever—love him forever.

She clutched at his head and writhed uncontrollably. “Yes,” he groaned, his breath tickling her sex. “I like it when you put your fingers in my hair.”

Rhiann was more than happy to do just that as he drove her to the point of no return with his masterful tongue and greedy lips.

“So close, so close,” he murmured as her body throbbed with pleasure. She felt his tongue snake out and lap delicately at her center. “I could eat you like this all night,” he told her.

“Liam,” she groaned.

“I know baby, I know. Just a little bit more. I can’t get enough of your exquisite taste.”

Tears leaked from her eyes. It was too much. The pleasure. His words. The sheer carnality of what he was doing.

She entered that place where everything became a blur. The only thing that mattered was the sensations he was causing. Rhiann started to shake and quiver as she lost all control.

He groaned and she whimpered when he slid two fingers inside her. “Oh, my god,” he growled.

Moving those wicked fingers in and out, he curled them with each withdrawal. Massaging an unbearably sensitive spot that made her cry out.

With each thrusting movement, he grunted.

I.

Fucking.

Love.

This.

Pussy.

And then he flicked her pulsing nub with his whole tongue, ground his fingers deep, and pushed her over the edge.

An orgasm exploded inside her. It was like nothing she’d felt before . . . exhilarating and terrifying—taking her so high, so fast that the screams of ecstasy tore from her throat and echoed through the moonlit night.

S
UCK. BLOW. SUCK. BLOW. SUCK. Blow.

Breathing heavily, her lungs felt close to exploding and the muscles in her thighs were on fire as she ran at full speed along the shoreline. But no matter how fast her legs moved, it felt like she was standing still. For every step she took, the goal she chased pulled further ahead.

Panic and fear pumped into her system—fueling the frantic pursuit.

Suck. Blow. Suck. Blow. Suck. Blow.

Her feet pounding on the sand, Rhiann begged whatever higher power was listening to give her the strength to continue. She couldn’t fail.
Couldn’t.

Liam.
He was in danger, and she was the only thing standing between him and certain death.

“Be brave,
milaya moya.
Be fearless.”

Oh, God.
She needed to reach him. Needed to save him.

She screamed, hoping the heavens would hear her. “Liam, Liam!”

Strong hands gripped her shoulders and shook. No! She had to reach him. Had to save him before it was too late.

Pain like nothing she’d felt before, the anguish of loss, ripped her apart from the inside out. If anything happened to him, she didn’t want to live.

“Jesus, Rhiann! Wake up, honey. Wake up.”

Rhi’s eye flew open as the vision of the specter she was chasing disappeared in the distance. She’d failed.

“Baby, are you all right?”

What? Liam?
Oh, dear God. He was here with her. He was all right. In one piece. She hadn’t failed. It was just a dream. A too real nightmare that still vibrated inside her.

He was holding her and unless she was hallucinating, she was sobbing into his chest as tremendous waves of desolation wracked her body and soul.

“Shh, shh,” he murmured. “It’s okay, Rhiann. I’m here. You’re safe. I have you. Come back, honey.”

Panic-stricken and trembling uncontrollably, Rhi tried to shake off the horrible dream, clawing at Liam’s body to reassure herself that he was really there.

Held tight in his embrace, she groaned, as a wildness took her over. Falling to pieces while a torrent of anguished tears anointed his skin, Rhiann pressed desperate kisses wherever her lips could reach. She needed to know he was really there. It was the only way to banish the horror of thinking she’d lost him for good.

When her frantic screaming of his name awakened him, Liam was momentarily stunned. The sounds she made were shockingly feral and whatever had invaded her dreams was causing Rhiann to thrash and strike out, something he found out when he tried to wake her from the nightmare.

Hearing her in such agony was unbearable. The way she clung to him, shaking and crying, was scaring Liam shitless. The tighter his soothing embrace, the more desperate she became. He had to do something to disengage her mind and senses from the horror that was causing her so much distress.

He shifted slowly so she tumbled onto her back; a move that immediately restricted Rhiann’s urgent groping. Taking her hands in his, Liam pressed their palms together, entwining their fingers and raised her arms above her head, hoping that by physically taking control, she’d begin to calm and come back from the dark.

She was panting, as if she’d been running a marathon, but as he held her down and murmured softly that everything was all right, she eventually relaxed enough that her gasping breaths slowed—became less laborious.

Searching her face, he had to swallow the lump of dread that formed in his chest when her eyes looked at his through a heavy sheen of tears.

“Rhiann,
Rhiann,
” he groaned. “Everything is fine. Please, honey. Please calm down.”

On a choking sob, her lips quivered and she cried out, “I thought I’d lost you. And I can’t . . . oh god, Liam. I can’t lose you again. I can’t.”

Fuck.
She was so completely undone; he wasn’t sure what to do. How could he make her see that she hadn’t lost him? Would never lose him.

Using his hips to shift her legs, it didn’t take much to wedge his much bigger body between limbs gone limp. Liam couldn’t look away as she wept softly, mewling incoherently. She was killing him.

Kissing her tears away, he murmured words of love and prayed she’d stop crying before he joined her in the sob fest. He could handle almost anything, but Rhiann weeping miserably over him wasn’t one of them.

Seconds after that thought grabbed hold of his heart and squeezed, he sank into her body, joining them intimately—bringing a gasp from her and a groan from him.

The only way to stop this madness was to make love to her.

So, he did.

Slowly.

With exquisite tenderness.

Reassuring her in the most primal way possible that he was there. With her. Within her.
Where he’d always be.

“You belong to me, Rhiann. I’ll never leave you.”

Before long, her agonizing sobs turned to whimpers of another sort. The kind that couldn’t co-exist with nightmares.

“I love you,” she moaned over and over.

“I love you, too,” he told her. “I’ve always loved you.”

It took quite some time but eventually their loving lost its desperate edge and they settled into a deep, unhurried rhythm. He drew on every sense, gathering her sighs, his grunts, the hot, sultry slide of his flesh within hers, the taste of her fears . . . all of it and turned each of those sensations into a fucktacular coupling that left nothing by the wayside.

No more words were necessary. They were totally in sync. Her hands remained clutched in his, her vibrant green eyes boring into his.

He saw them flutter. Her mouth went slack and a deep moan rumbled from her core as her inner muscles contracted around his swollen flesh.

Liam groaned, and her muscles contracted again. And again. And yet again. In perfect harmony, they came together—two souls, two hearts joined together in a union of perfection.

Rhiann wasn’t sure how she survived the horrible nightmare that tore at her soul or the intensity of the lovemaking that followed. Hours later, she was still struggling from both.

Having little appetite and absolutely no desire for food, she’d picked at her breakfast while her two male companions watched her in impenetrable silence. When Roman asked if she wanted to take a run along the beach, she almost jumped out of her skin, answering with a vehement, “No,” so swiftly that his brows shot up. The way she was feeling at the present time, with leftover anxiety bouncing inside her like demented pinballs, she might never do a beach run ever again.

At mid-morning, she quietly retreated to the sunroom with her laptop, thinking that she might as well get some work done—but in her present mood, stringing coherent words together to form a story was almost a joke.

While she struggled to keep it together, Liam and Roman stayed busy while also keeping a close eye on her. It was comforting to know they were so concerned.

Lunch came and went and still she couldn’t work up enough enthusiasm to eat. Didn’t take long for her watchers to exchange meaningful looks. Knowing she was driving them crazy—especially Liam—Rhiann announced she was going to take a nap and quickly disappeared into the bedroom.

Like she knew he would, Liam turned up a few minutes later, his expression solemn and concerned.

He joined her on the bed—on top of the covers—and turned on his side to look at her.

“Can you tell me what the dream was about? I think you should talk about it. You will feel better.”

Rhi sighed heavily and turned to face him. How could she explain? What could she say that would make any sense? Dreams, or rather nightmares, were rarely cut-and-dried, and hers had been no exception.

“Honey,” he muttered, reaching out to swipe some hair behind her ear. “You are my forever love. Nothing can come between us, and I’m not going anywhere.”

If he sought to reassure her with the heartfelt declaration, he couldn’t be more wrong. She knew all that, although hearing him call her his forever love pretty much melted her heart. Rhiann knew he wasn’t going anywhere.
Shit.
Neither was she. Not willingly.

But the reality was, they were in a fucked-up situation with danger and threats at every turn. What if her dream had been a foreshadowing of a tragedy yet to show its face? Fearful that Kim had found a chink in their protective firewall, Rhi was nearly beside herself with worry.