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Liam Santos

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  1. The argument escalated faster than Liam had anticipated. Novalie's words cut deep, and he felt a surge of frustration welling up inside him. He couldn't believe she was laying the blame on him for everything that had transpired. He clenched his fists at his sides, his temper flaring. "Stop with that damn French, Novalie!" he snapped, his patience wearing thin. "You always bring it into everything, and it's annoying as hell. Can't you just talk like a normal person for once?" He regretted the words as soon as they left his lips, but he was too angry to take them back. He watched her, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. "And don't act like you're innocent in all of this," Liam continued, his voice growing harsher. Why must the aphrodite campers always make things so much worse than it is. He was trying to tell her the truth but damn was he angry! "You might not have made Henry kiss me. Maybe you need to stop being so damn emotional and think for once." He knew he was pushing her buttons, but at this point, he didn't care. The anger and frustration had consumed him, and he couldn't see a way out of the mess they were in.
  2. Liam chuckled at Maddox's question about Dustin. "Dustin is a great leader, but we have our differences," he replied with a grin. "He's got a more serious demeanor, whereas I tend to be a bit more laid-back. But he's an excellent mentor, just like Lilythe. You'll learn a lot from him if you end up in his cabin." Liam appreciated Maddox's desire to be in his cabin and felt a warm sense of pride in helping him develop his skills. As they began practicing their sword strikes, Liam observed Maddox's movements closely. He offered guidance and encouragement, helping the young camper refine his technique. Time flew by as they worked on their sword skills, but as the sun started to dip below the horizon, Liam finally spoke up. "Maddox, it's been a pleasure training with you, but I should probably get cleaned up. It's getting close to dinner time, and we don't want to miss the meal. Keep practicing your stances and strikes, and we'll continue our training tomorrow. You're making great progress!" With a pat on Maddox's shoulder, Liam gathered his gear, ready to head back to thhis room, knowing that this was just the beginning of an exciting journey for Maddox at the camp.
  3. Mason's defense had improved, and even though Liam's strike had grazed his shoulder, it was clear that Mason was determined to hold his own. Liam couldn't help but appreciate the spirit he saw in the boy. Maybe this younger set of campers will be able to hold their own after all. Liam had been taking it easy on the kid. As Mason readied himself for another round, Liam considered his next move carefully. Mason had indeed improved, but he wasn't quite there yet. Liam decided to give him one more chance to prove himself. He lowered his sword slightly, indicating a temporary ceasefire. "You've got potential, Mason," he said with a nod of approval. "One more chance. Show me what you've got, and we'll call it a day...I got stuff to do" Liam wanted to challenge Mason further but also recognized that it was essential to end on a positive note. He respected the young camper's determination and wanted to encourage his growth.
  4. Liam stood in front of the mirror at the cabin, his frustration and confusion simmering beneath the surface. He'd been avoiding a conversation with Novalie ever since that unexpected kiss with Henry a few days ago. He sighed deeply, running a hand through his unruly hair as his reflection stared back at him, his eyes filled with turmoil. Emotions were a foreign territory for Liam, a place he rarely ventured into, and they had a way of making him feel vulnerable, something he loathed. "Dustin, Benji, do I really have to go to this damn party?" Liam muttered, addressing his two brothers who were lounging in the cabin. Liam then began to punch his punching bag as he was getting these DAMN FEELINGS OUT. Why was life so complicated and shit what was he going to do if they showed up? FUCK...... His brothers convinced him to go saying it would be good to get out as he had been sulking for the last few days. With a reluctant nod, Liam conceded, "Alright, fine. But Benji, you're coming with me. I might need some backup." He smirked at his brother, who eagerly agreed. As they entered the party, Liam's heart skipped a beat when he spotted both Novalie and Henry across the room. His confusion and anger surged, but something kept him rooted to the spot. He wanted to turn and walk out, avoid the mess altogether, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, he steeled himself for what lay ahead, determined to confront the emotions that had been tearing him apart, even if it meant facing the two people who had unwittingly brought him to this emotional crossroads. "Lets get a drink Benji" he said as he walked towards the jungle juice.
  5. Hearing Henry vocalize her pleasure in such a raw way fuels Liam's already heightened senses. It's like throwing gasoline on a fire that's already raging out of control. Her guttural sounds of pleasure, serve as a potent reminder that he's hitting all the right spots. But it wouldn't be Henry without some kind of mouthing off! It's a taunt, a dare, and Liam has never been one to back down from a challenge. This of course only served to deepen his resolve to show no mercy in reaching their climax. Liam draws his hand back before delivering a firm smack to her exposed ass. "Who're you calling a pussy, Princess?" He snarled softly the corners of his mouth turning into a smirk. But in a realization that surprised even Liam, it occurred to him just how much her taunts and retorts actually turned him on even more, fueling his primal Ares need to dominate. 'Heh' he thought to himself, 'even on all fours that girl knows how to get just what she wants'. "Nearly there, Princess," he gritted through clenched teeth, his pace not slowing down. Sweat matted his hair to his forehead, his entire body thrumming with exhilarating pleasure. The final plunge into Henry was deep matching the intensity of her satisfaction, of her surrender to him. Slick with sweat and desire Liam gave one last growl before releasing himself fully inside her, respecting her earlier request. Every muscle in his body clenched as he felt his hot seed spill into her warmth. He could feel her walls clenched around him, pulling every drop from him until he felt completely spent. He remained like that for a moment buried deep inside her, both their panting breaths intermingling. The sight of his cum dripping from her pussy satisfied him, primal evidence she belonged to him. As he slowly slid out of her, he collapsed beside her. Lying beside Henry in the afterglow, Liam turns his head to look at her, "That was...incredible," he says, finally allowing a genuine smile to break through the dominant face he had maintained. His voice is softer now, the rough edges rounded out by exhaustion and contentment. "I'd ask if it was good for you too but I don't think even you could fake those moans" he teased.
  6. The moment Henry uttered those words, begging him to unleash himself and not hold back, it was as if a switch had been flipped, releasing the caged beast that had always lurked within Liam. Without another word, he gripped Henry's hips with a fervor that left no room for gentleness, his fingers digging into her flesh as though staking his claim. He pulled her back towards him with a force that erased any remaining boundaries between man and animal, lover and prey. His thrusts turned primal, each one a powerful statement of raw, untamed desire. The rhythm was frenzied, each movement driven solely by the primal need to possess and be possessed. As Liam loses himself in the pace, his words come out in half-growls "You want me to not hold back Henry? You got it." His voice is thick with a lust that's nearly feral. His breaths come out in ragged exhales as he thrusts harder, deeper. "You're mine, Henry. Say it," he commands. Every word is punctuated by another powerful thrust, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing through the woods. "Say you're mine Princess!" As he his sensations built to an almost unbearable cliff, Liam only doubled down on his wild pace, determined to bring Henry to the edges of insanity for pleasure. With his grip still firm on her hips, his voice came out as a low, commanding growl, "Lose yourself Henry. Cum for me. Now," he ordered. It wasn't a request; it was a command from a son of Ares. Liam's eyes said it all: he was the hunter, she was his chosen, and it was time for both to yield to the inevitable climax of their primal dance.
  7. Hearing Henry's words Liam felt a triumphant satisfaction roar through him like a lion claiming its territory. The sweet sound of her surrender, her need need for him was more intoxicating than any victory he'd ever claimed in battle. Her desperation and her surrender was the final confirmation of his control over this charged situation. He looked down at her, her body flushed and waiting, her words a tribute to his dominance. "That's what I wanted to hear," he purred, almost animalistic in his desire. In a seamless, fluid motion, he finally granted her the fullness she had begged for, entering her with a possessive thrust that aimed to claim as much as to pleasure. This was no longer just an act of physical intimacy; it was a symbolic fusion of their complex dynamics, of power and surrender, dominance and submission. And as Liam began to move, every thrust a reaffirmation of the charged energy between them, he felt like a beast not just uncaged, but fully realized. As Liam began his rhythmical movements he leaned down closer to Henry, his breath hot against her ear. "You wanted this, remember?" he growled. "You begged for it. Now......tell me how much you love this." Each word seemed to time perfectly with his thrusts inside her keeping Henry keenly attuned to his presence, to his dominance. "You feel so good around me, so perfect," he continued a low growl of pleasure flowing through his lips. "But let's not forget who's in charge here right?" With that he intensified his pace, letting his actions speak as loudly as his words fully embracing his role as the commanding force in their tangled dance of power. Liam lifted his hand from where it had been gripping Henry's hip. With a playful motion he delivered a smack to her exposed ass. "Still think I need the ego boost?" he teased grinning. It was a light-hearted moment, but the underlying tension remained as his hand returned to its previous position, gripping her hip more tightly than before, as if to say that the game was far from over.
  8. Liam could not make the decisions for Elena but would be there if it went wrong. He might not like Finley but hey he could still beat him up if he stepped out of line after all. It was strange for liam to think of Elena getting older and more mature. To him she was till that little girl that got claimed by their father. Well finishing up his meal, he went over and put an offering to his father in the fire before he walked back over. "Hey I got some stuff to do but I will see you later" he smirked as he then strode off. Thinking about what was to come as camp was getting more and more crowded!! the end
  9. Liam's mind was a turbulent sea of desire, his every thought consumed by the primal act they were engaged in. As Novalie's body writhed beneath him, he couldn't help but feel a surge of possessiveness, an overwhelming need to claim her as his own. Her moans and gasps were like a siren's song, driving him further into the depths of lust. "You feel so good, Novalie," he murmured between heated breaths, his hands caressing her body. "I want to make you lose control." He relished the way she responded to him, her body moving in perfect synchrony with his own. When she whispered her desire to take control, a wicked grin spread across his face. It was exactly what he had been waiting for, the chance to let her lead, to surrender to her desires. "You lead the way," he replied. With a slow, deliberate withdrawal, he allowed her to disengage from their current position. His hands caressed her hips as he watched her climb atop him, her eyes filled with an intoxicating mixture of hunger and anticipation. The change in position ignited a new level of passion within him, the thrill of surrendering control to her sending shivers down his spine.
  10. maybeeeeeee not my brother what about Ryo he seems to help you be a good girl
  11. Liam's unwavering gaze remained fixed on Dustin as he spoke, his words imbued with a genuine sense of loyalty in him. Even Benji came up and seemed to feel the same, forging a connection among the brothers. The feeling of impending war hung heavily over them all, making Liam's steadfast presence beside Dustin was one he hoped showed his stance. Their blood was thick and he would never waver in his loyalty. As Benji spoke, it only fueled him more for how he felt about his brothers. Dustin's vulnerability lay exposed for all to see, evoking a surge of compassion within Liam. Throughout their shared history, it had often fallen on Dustin's shoulders to bear the heaviest burdens, and this moment was no different. "Until the end, this life hasn't been easy for any of us and we won't let it beat us down without a fucking fight" his face was stone straight but then grew a smirk "We Ares boys know a thing or two about war." This was true as it was in their blood!!!! So whatever the future held for them they would face it together. This camp had seen a lot of war before and it wasn't something that would just go away. It was as natural as something as love in this world.
  12. Liam could feel the anger boiling in him as he felt so frustrated with the whole thing. It wasn't as if he had kissed Henry but she kissed him. UHHHHHHHH that stupid night was full of dumb things that just made him confused on everything in his life. First his dad told him about a war coming and then that thing with Henry he didn't want to speak of. As Novalie spoke, her words sliced through Liam like a dagger. Anger and frustration churned within him, and he struggled to contain his emotions. He clenched his fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white as he fought to keep his temper in check. "You think I wanted this?" Liam snapped, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and self-disgust. "You think I wanted everyone to know? You think I don't respect you enough to tell you first?" His words came out in a rush, his frustration boiling over. He couldn't believe the situation he had landed himself in, and he was growing increasingly furious with each passing second. He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure but it wasn't happening. "Novalie, I didn't plan any of this. It was a mistake, a stupid, impulsive mistake," he admitted, his voice softer now, laced with regret. "I never wanted to hurt you like this, but I'm human, and I messed up. I'm trying to make it right, but I need you to understand that I never meant for any of this to happen....but if you are too childish to under I can get that". Liam knew he was in dangerous territory as he was just as mad as it felt like she was.
  13. I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE! Liam Santos .
  14. The young camper had fallen but had quickly risen, ready to face the challenge anew. Liam nodded in acknowledgment of Mason's determination and decided to raise the stakes a bit. He advanced slowly, his eyes locked onto Mason's. "Alright, let's see what you've got," he said, his tone serious but encouraging. Liam circled Mason, testing his defenses once more. This time, he aimed to be less predictable, feinting left and right, probing for any opening. Liam tried to seize an opportunity. With a swift and unexpected maneuver, he lunged forward, aiming for a precise strike towards Mason's shoulder. He wanted to see if Mason could react in time and defend against a more advanced attack. This spar was becoming more than just a training session; it was turning into a test of Mason's skill and resolve.
  15. Liam smirked with satisfaction as he heard Henry's words, her semblance of a comeback amusing him greatly. "Ego boost, huh?" He chuckled softly. "Oh Henry, surely you can come up with something better than that? Or is your desire for my cock clouding your mind? It's ok to admit that to me" he teased as he watched her shift to her knees. At the sight of Henry positioning herself exactly as he'd commanded, Liam felt a predatory surge of desire pulse through him. His eyes roved over her form—arched back, ass in the air, the intimate details of her so openly displayed for him—and he felt like a hunter beholding his prize. The control he had over Henry, how she had willingly and so completely submitted to him, stroked the primal, dominant part of him like nothing else could. It was a visceral, almost intoxicating, sensation that made his earlier release seem like a mere prelude to something more intense, more compelling. with a wolfish grin, he took a step forward, ready to reassert his physical claim on her. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into," he said, almost like a growl. Fully aware of the power dynamics at play, Liam approached Henry's exposed form with a predatory grace. He positioned himself right behind her, his tip just making contact with her glistening entrance. With exquisite control, he teased her, letting just the tip of him slide against her, never entering, but applying just enough pressure to make her acutely aware of what she was missing. He relished in the slight, involuntary twitch of her hips, aching for more. "Do you want more?" Liam finally broke the silence. "I want to hear you beg for it. No more smart ass remarks, no more retorts. I want to hear you plead how badly you want my cock and I want you to make me belief it...otherwise........" Liam inched his cock away "I'll simply get up and leave you here unfulfilled." He teased knowing the predicament he was putting the strong willed Henry in.
  16. There was something deeply satisfying, almost primal, about finishing in Henry's mouth Liam thought. Especially considering how many times she'd drove him crazy mouthing off. A flash of surprise crossed Liam's features at Henry's audacious move. Almost instantly, his hand moved to grip her jaw firmly, tilting her face upwards to meet his gaze. "Did I give you permission to do that?" His tone was stern but edged with cockiness. As their eyes locked, Liam's features transformed into a devilish smirk. "Next time, you'll swallow, like a good girl" he declared, his words not just a statement but a promise, laden with both authority and anticipation for future encounters. His grip on her jaw lingered for a second longer, as if sealing the vow, before he released her. Of course this seemed to do little to curb Henry's talkative mouth. "Tired? Oh, sweetheart, you've been teaching me stamina?" His words dripped with sarcasm. "You must be confusing me with someone who needs lessons," Liam retorted, his eyes narrowing playfully but with a hint of underlying intensity. "Maybe it's time I teach you a thing or two about underestimating me. Care for a practical lesson?" Liam's smirk widened at his own joke, clearly enjoying the banter but also ready to reclaim the dominant role once again as he could already feel his cock getting excited again. "All right then," he commanded, his voice dropping in tone back to his authority voice. "Get on all fours. And make sure that ass is up in the air. Be a good little obedient princess for me and I'll fuck you until you're a helpless puddle. It's time I trained you in some stamina."
  17. As they made their way towards the pavilion, Liam couldn't help but appreciate the light-hearted banter with Rebecca. He was glad to see that she didn't just admire him for his sword skills but was also keen on sharing her own expertise. "I'm sure archery has its own intricacies. I'd love to learn some of those tricks from you," he replied with a friendly grin, genuinely intrigued by the idea of expanding his skills. It felt good to have a training partner who was not only dedicated but also enthusiastic about mutual learning. As they entered the pavilion, the two of them got their food and sat at their cabins tables. He had worked up a huge appetite which was filled with all the good food they had at camp. The end
  18. Liam froze mid-punch, his body tensing as Novalie's voice pierced through his rage. He turned to see her standing there, looking both stunning and infuriatingly composed. His chest tightened, a mixture of guilt and frustration boiling within him. "Novalie," he muttered, his voice low and strained. "I... I need to talk to you." He let out a frustrated sigh, wiping sweat from his brow. He wanted to explain, to make things right, but the words were caught in his throat. He realized how much he had messed up, and now, facing her wrath, he felt completely exposed. "Novalie," he began again, trying to steady his racing thoughts. "I messed up, big time. I kissed Henry, well she kissed me and I can't even explain why. I swear." Liam's eyes pleaded with her for understanding, a rare vulnerability showing through his usually tough exterior. He didn't even know what to do in this moment as things felt all twisted up in a knot. Did he like Henry? No of course not.......but she was frustrating and pretty.....nooo what was he thinking????
  19. Seeing the fiercely independent Henry, always a thorn in his side, now on her knees before him was a sight Liam hadn't truly anticipated. But he couldn't help but chuckle at her final retort. Amusement flashed in Liam's eyes even as he tried to maintain his dominant stance. Even on her knees with his cock in her mouth she always was ready with a sharp remark, always challenging him. "You really do have a mouth on you," Liam said with playfulness. The initial warmth of her mouth wrapping around him was nothing short of electric. Every inch of his skin became hyper-aware! The heat, the wetness, the gentle suction - it was overwhelming and Liam couldn't help but let the low moans of pleasure flow from his mouth. " Mmmmmmm Henryyyyyy" he called. He remembered though her words, 'Shut up and make me', well he couldn't let that challenge go unanswered. "You asked for this Princess" he teased. As his hand wraps around a handful of the girl's blonde hair gripping tightly. With a firm grip and a possessive growl Liam begins to guide her movements more aggressively. "You want this, don't you?" he whispered huskily as his cock continued its assault on the back of her throat. The moment Henry gagged on him Liam smirked. The raw reaction she had to his size made him feel even more powerful, more in control. The intensity of his coming orgasm evident in the way he tightened his grip on her locks. "Henry," he warned, his voice warning her of his imminent release. "Henry... Ah... Mmmmm.....Hah..." Liam reached the edge, unloading his seed with intense pulses into her waiting mouth. The heat and intensity of his release exploding down her throat. The feeling left him breathless and drained as he struggled a bit to stand up. "Ohhhh......fuck" being the only word he could form in the moment.
  20. Liam was out in the Arena as always but today he felt himself more angry than normal. Why was life so difficult????? He thought everytime he jabbed at the air as he was boxing today. Kicking in the air he wanted to scream as the thoughts of his life were coming back. Trying to push them out he knew he needed to tell Novalie about the kiss that happened with Henry. Doing a left jab he was PISSED that he liked her. She was a prat and that was it right? Girls were so confusing plus he had never made things with Novalie final, but this would still hurt her if she found out. Knowing that Sage girl, it would be known all around camp by now. SHIT what was he going to do? FUCKING HELL MAN!!!! "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he let out like a roar of anger. He was fuming that he didn't even get himself at all. @ Novalie Abrams
  21. Liam looked up at Henry intensely drinking in the sight of her surrendering to the sensations. The corners of his mouth turned up into an arrogant smirk, knowing he was the reason for her outburst of pleasure. "You're beautiful like this, undone by me" he said husky. He allowed Henry a moment to catch her breath, his fingers gently caressing her thigh but then she had to go and mouth off again. "Gagging on my cock huh? You know, that might just be the first smart thing you've said all evening." Standing up Liam towered over the smaller girl. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of his jeans, never breaking eye contact with Henry. Slowly, he started unbuckling his belt, pushing down his jeans until they pooled around his ankles, stepping out of them confidently wearing only his boxers, but not for long. In a teasingly slow display Liam stripped them off too as he now stood dominantly over Henry, fully exposed. Liam's cock, even only half-aroused was a sight to behold. The length was significant, hanging heavy between his thighs, and even in its semi-erect state, its potential was evident. "Henry," Liam started, his voice an assertive tone one would expect from a commanding son of Ares, "Suck it." It wasn't just a request; it was a demand, an order that expected compliance.
  22. A devilish smirk played on his lips at her words. Liam knew Henry was baiting him, urging him to push her further, to challenge her. She thrived on it just as much as he did. The intimate dance of power between them was nearly intoxicating. "Oh Princess," he purred, letting his fingers trace the now pinkish hue on her behind, "I've barely begun." Leaning down, his lips ghosted over the very spot he'd just spanked, letting the coolness of his breath soothe the sting. Then in yet another swift motion he spun her back around to face him before gently, but firmly, threw her to the ground. He knew the soft grass beneath them would cushion her fall, and now with her in this new position he could really get to work. Leaning down he took a moment to spread her legs, positioning himself between them, his intent clearly in his eyes. His hands slid down her sides, caressing the curves of her hips, tracing the outline of her thighs. There was something incredibly alluring about having Henry, the formidable daughter of Athena, in such a vulnerable state before him. Yet even as she lay beneath him, she glowed with power and determination, a relentless spirit he so admired. Liam found himself caught between wanting to make her surrender, and the desire to cherish and pay attention to every inch of her body. Hmm, why not both? he thought to himself with a grin. "Seems like your body has its own way of begging, Athena girl. You want me to make you beg? Oh, I will," as he began a trail of teasing bites and kisses slowly up her thigh until his mouth approached the center of her wetness. Holding her hips firmly, he pressed his mouth against her, his tongue teasing the sensitive folds, exploring her, tasting her. He wanted to draw out every moan, every gasp, every whimper he could from her. The taste of her was wonderful, driving him wild with desire. Every lap, every suck, every nibble was his attempt to break her into begging him for his cock.
  23. The words "Daddy's Boy" echoed in Liam's ears, but it was her fiery gaze, filled with determination and challenge, that truly tested his restraint. His thumb grazed her lower lip, the sharp inhale from her making him feel even more powerful. She might have challenged his dominance with words, but her body spoke a different language, one of submission and vulnerability. His eyes danced with amusement at her provocation. "You might not have limits, but I do," he whispered into her ear, "and that's ensuring you're writhing underneath me begging." He let the words hang in the air between them, a promise of what's to come. Every time her hips bucked against him, a groan would escape his lips, betraying the deep-rooted desire he harbored for her. "Oh, I'm hard for you, Princess," Liam confessed with a sly grin, "Always have been, every spar, every tease, every challenge." As their lips met again, Liam felt a pull so deep, a connection so profound that it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended. There was no denying the magnetic force between them; they were like two sides of the same coin, rivals and lovers, pulled together by an inexorable force. Then in a flash of movement using the strength and agility born of countless hours of training, Liam maneuvered Henry. He spun her around, her back now flush against his chest. His hand rising again to effortlessly pin both of her wrists above her head. The demigod's strength was not just evident in the heat of battle; in moments like these, it was used in different ways. He effortlessly yanked her camp shorts down to her ankles further immobilizing her. Then, drawing from this raw power he grasped the fabric of her panties and with one swift motion ripped them away, leaving her now utterly naked to his ravenous gaze and touch. With her ass now bare and Liam's firm grip holding her in place, it was with a low growl of appreciation, he drew back his hand and, in a swift motion, delivered a sharp spank to her exposed behind. The sound echoed through the woods, followed by the pink hue that blossomed on her skin, marking her as his. Liam took a moment to admire the mark he'd left, "It seems even the mighty Athena's daughter needs a lesson or two, huh? Consider that your first. If you ask me nicely I might just give you another" he taunted playfully.
  24. "You don't give orders to me Princess!" Liam growled as he firmly held her hands above her head. "I'll undresses you when it damn well pleases me to....for now..." Without bothering to finish Liam's eyes looked at Henry's topless form with hungry desire. Her cheeky grin and the fire in her eyes tested his self-control. "You like pushing your limits, don't you, Athena girl?" he whispered huskily moving close enough that their lips barely brushed. Instead of immediately addressing her taunt he took his time, focusing on her breasts. His hand caressed one gently while his lips descended upon the other. He took her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, biting down just enough to elicit a gasp. Every reaction, every moan and whimper she gave only servered to further stoke the fires of his passion. Moving with intent Liam trailed bites, each one more passionate than the last, from her breasts up to her neck. The bite marks, symbols of his claim, were evident on her pale skin. He wanted her to remember this, remember the rawness of their connection, the primal hunger that they felt for each other. Pulling away for a moment he locked eyes with her as his fingers traced the bite marks he had left. The unspoken words in his gaze was easy to read, he wanted her to be his and his alone, he wanted all of her. And if she allowed him, he would have her fully. Feeling her gaze down to the area below his waist, he smirked. "Patience Princess," he murmured, leaning in to capture her lips in another searing kiss. It was an intoxicating blend of softness and aggression. His free hand roamed down her body, settling on her waist, pulling her closer. The outside world seeming to fade away.
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