Chapter Two: The Worship

The city blurred past the windows as Liam guided Sarah into her house. She leaned heavily on his arm, her perfume clinging to him like a spell, sweet and intoxicating. He had told himself a hundred times not to stay, not to cross the line. But when she tugged his hand toward her bedroom, stumbling with drunken boldness, he followed.

The room was dim, lit only by a bedside lamp casting amber shadows on cream-colored sheets. Sarah sank onto the mattress with a low laugh, her hair tumbling wildly around her flushed face.

“Stay,” she whispered, her voice husky.

Liam hesitated at the edge of the bed, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. He was used to control, of his company, his life, even of women who threw themselves at him. But with Sarah, the power slipped away the moment her dark, hungry eyes locked onto his.

She reached up, tugging him closer. “Don’t be shy, young man.”

The tease in her tone made his pulse throb. He leaned down, ready to claim her mouth, but Sarah surprised him. She pressed a finger against his lips, then pushed him gently back until he was sitting at the edge of her bed.

“My turn,” she murmured.

He blinked. “Your turn?”

Sarah’s smile was wicked, her drunken haze sharpened now into something daring. She slid off the bed, kneeling at his feet before he could stop her. His body went rigid. He wasn’t used to being the one touched, worshiped, undone. But she… she looked at him like she wanted to devour him whole.

Her hands trailed over his legs, slow and deliberate. He shivered.

“Relax,” she said softly. “Let me taste every part of you.”

The words made heat punch through his chest. His fists clenched at his sides, fighting the urge to pull her up and flip control back to himself. But her lips were already brushing against his skin, soft, teasing kisses over his ankles, then higher, lingering as if she savored every inch.

Liam groaned, his head tipping back. “Sarah…”

Her laugh was low, sinful. “So you do like this.”

She kissed the top of his foot, then trailed upward, lips brushing his calf. Liam’s breath hitched with each press of her mouth. It was maddening ticklish and arousing all at once, a slow torment that unraveled his carefully guarded composure.

By the time she reached his thigh, his entire body trembled.

“God,” he muttered, dragging a hand over his face.

Sarah lifted her gaze, her lips curved into a wicked smile. “That’s right. Moan for me.”

And he did. He couldn’t stop himself. Her mouth wandered higher, dangerously close to where he ached most, but never giving him the relief he craved. She kissed around him, teased the edges, worshiped him with a patience that was merciless.

Liam’s groans filled the room, rough and desperate. His body arched involuntarily, chasing her touch, but she only laughed and pinned him down with her hands on his thighs.

“You’re beautiful like this,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. “Powerless. Hungry. Mine.”

He nearly came undone at her words alone. No woman had ever made him feel this way, helpless and cherished all at once. Every kiss of her mouth, every flick of her tongue sent shocks through his body, until his control shattered completely.

“Sarah, please—” His voice broke, raw and pleading.

Her tongue traced higher, her lips closing in, finally granting him the touch he had begged for. His groan tore out of him like thunder, filling the room. He had never moaned so loud, never let go of control like this. But she coaxed every sound from him, worshiping him as if she had waited her whole life for this moment.

Liam’s hands fisted in the sheets. His legs trembled. He was lost, utterly lost in the heat of her mouth, the worship of her tongue, the rhythm of her slow torment.

“Don’t stop,” he begged hoarsely. “Please, don’t—”

Sarah lifted her head just enough to whisper, “I won’t. Not until you remember me forever.”

And then she gave him more.

Liam cried out, his body jerking, every nerve lit on fire. His moans echoed through the room, raw and unrestrained. Sarah didn’t relent, she explored him inch by inch, her kisses trailing over his stomach, his chest, his shoulders, his neck. Each touch made him groan louder, until he was trembling beneath her like a man possessed.

“You taste incredible,” she murmured, licking along the line of his collarbone. “I could stay here all night.”

His hands tangled in her hair, tugging desperately. “You’ll kill me,” he gasped. “God, Sarah—”

Her laugh was soft against his ear, followed by a teasing nip at his lobe that made his hips jerk helplessly. “No, darling. I’ll make you alive.”

And she did.

Every kiss, every lick, every whisper against his skin dragged him deeper into madness. By the time she straddled his hips, pressing her mouth hard against his, Liam was shaking, sweat slick on his chest, his voice hoarse from groaning her name.

He had never felt this before, not with anyone. No woman had worshiped him like a god, stripped him of his control, and left him trembling on the edge of ruin.

When she finally pulled back, her lips glistening, her eyes dark with desire, he was undone.

“You’re mine now,” she whispered, her voice low and possessive.

And Liam, twenty-five years old, ruthless CEO, heir to an empire could only nod. Breathless. Trembling. Completely hers.