LIAM'S POV
I know what she needs, and it's not for me to paw her like some s*x-crazed lunatic. But the temptation to do just that is so f*****g strong.
I count the heartbeats until she answers my question. One beat, two beats, f**k, I want her so badly. The need to taste her is too much, so I lick the side of her neck, making sure to go slow and put extra pressure on her mark. Her legs tighten against mine, but she can't move; my grip on her waist is too solid to allow that.
"Make love to me, please," it's a sexy whimper, and the beast in me wants to make her beg and submit. But she needs me to heal her first, mend the pain caused by my sleeping. And there is nothing in the world I won't do for her, ever.
Relinquishing my grip on her waist, my fingers hook into the hem of her legging
