"You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."
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The sound drilled into my skull like an alarm I couldn't snooze. My eyelids felt like they had been glued shut, my body heavy like I'd been hit by a truck—or maybe an entire army of them. Everything ached. I forced my eyes open, blinking against the blinding fluorescent lights. White walls. A hospital bed. Machines blinking beside me. Okay... I was definitely in a hospital. "Can you hear me?" The voice came from a man standing way too close to my face. I squinted, trying to make sense of his blurred features. He was holding something—oh. A flashlight. Before I could react, he flicked it straight into my eyes. "What the hell, man? You trying to blind me?" I snapped, instinctively jerking my head away. The guy—who I now realized was a doctor—chuckled. "That's a good sign." "Says the man trying to burn my retinas." Behind him, a woman in a nurse's uniform smiled as she scribbled something on a clipboard. They didn't seem particularly horrified by my presence, which meant I hadn't done anything too crazy before ending up here... right? "Can you move your body?" the doctor asked. I flexed my fingers, shifted my legs, and even wiggled my toes for extra effect. Everything worked, which was great, but also terrifying because— "Why am I here?" I blurted. The doctor ignored my question. Rude. "What's your name?" "My name is..." I opened my mouth, fully expecting an answer to roll off my tongue. But nothing came. I frowned. That couldn't be right. I knew my name. I had to. I tried again. "My name is..." Blank. Pure, terrifying blankness. A tightness crept up my throat. My heart rate spiked, and the machine beside me beeped in betrayal. The nurse and doctor exchanged glances. "You don't remember?" he asked, his voice softer this time. I shook my head, my pulse pounding. My palms started to sweat. "No, but that's temporary, right? It's not like I forgot forever. That would be ridiculous." He sighed. "It's normal. You've been in a coma for two years." Two years? My stomach twisted violently, nausea crawling up my throat. My fingers clenched the sheets, the room spinning for a second. Two years? As in... 730 days of my life just gone? "No," I whispered, my voice barely there. "That... That can't be right." The doctor must have seen the panic on my face because he quickly added, "Your memory might return with time. Just take it easy." "Take it easy?" I repeated, voice rising. "I just woke up from two years of being unconscious, and I don't even know my own name! How do you expect me to—" "Your family will be here soon. They never miss a day," the doctor said, cutting me off. Family? My heart leaped. Maybe they could tell me who I was. The doctor left, and the nurse checked the monitors. Before walking out, she gave me a quick smile. "Welcome back to Earth." I blinked. "Where else would I have been?" She chuckled and disappeared, leaving me alone. I flopped back against the pillow, exhaling sharply. Okay, nameless one, let's not freak out yet. Maybe it wasn't as bad as it seemed. Maybe I'd remember something soon. I squeezed my eyes shut, digging through the fog in my brain. Anything. A name. A face. A memory of my favorite snack. Nothing. I groaned. This sucked. Just then, voices drifted through the open door. "Honey, the doctor said she's awake." I looked up just as an older couple stepped into the room. The woman had short bobbed hair and teary eyes, while the man beside her looked strong, with streaks of gray in his blond hair. They looked like the kind of couple that had been together forever—the kind that finished each other's sentences and held hands at the grocery store. My chest tightened. Were they my parents? The woman gasped when she saw me, covering her mouth. "Oh, honey, look at her. She's awake. She's awake." She rushed forward, brushing a strand of hair from my face with a gentleness that made my throat ache. "Hi," I said, feeling strangely awkward. "Hi," she echoed, her eyes still wet with emotion. "Your eyes... they're so pretty." I let out a small chuckle. "I mean, I don't remember picking them, but thanks?" Her lips trembled before she laughed, and something about it made me feel... safe. Then the doctor called from the hallway. "Mr. Evans, can I speak with you both in my office?" Mr. Evans—the man—nodded. "We'll be right back, dear." Then they followed the doctor out, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts. I had no name. No memory. No idea why I was here. And now, apparently, I had family? Something wasn't adding up. "Sorry for the short chapter! I hope you all enjoyed it. Stay tuned for the next one!" LadyHedti❤️His mouth latched onto me like he had been starving for days, tongue dragging through every swollen, sensitive inch, lips closing around my clit with a slow, devastating suck. I cried out, hips bucking, but his grip was merciless. He held me in place like a man possessed, feasting on me, tongue plunging deep, then circling up to flick and tease."Liam—" I gasped, my voice breaking as my hands clawed at the mat, legs trembling uncontrollably.He didn't stop. If anything, he growled into me and doubled down, tongue fucking me while his nose brushed against my clit, sending sharp, dizzy waves of pleasure through my body. My stomach clenched tight, and I knew I wouldn't last."Please...God...I'm gonna—" I barely choked out.But then he stopped, he didn't want me to come yet. He wanted to torture me in the most pleasurable way. He brought his finger up again, dragging it along my slick folds with devastating slowness.I whimpered, hips twitching beneath his touch."You're soaked," he mutte
Not long after I stepped inside my tent, I paused to take it all in. It was small but cozy, the fabric walls rustling gently with the breeze outside. A single lantern hung overhead, casting a soft amber glow across the narrow sleeping mat. A folded blanket rested in the corner, and beside it, a dark duffel bag caught my eye.I moved toward it, my chest tightening with hope. Unzipping it quickly, I found the essentials—my brush, toiletries, a few clean clothes, even my nightwear. Ella. Of course it was her. God bless that woman, I thought, pressing my fingers over the fabric as gratitude filled my throat.Peeling off the damp clothes that clung to my skin, I stripped everything, even my underwear. I grabbed a loose black nightshirt from the bag, silky and oversized, and a red lace panty—barely there, soft as sin. Slipping them on, I let the cool air kiss my skin just as someone stepped inside behind me.I turned, startled, and froze when I saw Liam.He said nothing. His eyes moved slow
He kissed me so hard I couldn't breathe, but that was exactly how I wanted it. I didn't care about air or sense or pride. I just wanted him. All of him. Right here. Right now. Without thinking, I moved my hips against him, grinding slow and deliberate, needing to feel the friction, needing to feel him. The moment I did, he let out a low, guttural growl. It wasn't human. It was wild. Possessive. Like I had just unlocked something dark and dangerous inside him. His hands gripped my waist tighter, dragging me against him until there was no space left between us. His mouth broke from mine just long enough for him to mutter against my lips. "Keep doing that and I won't stop, Sara." I didn't stop. I rocked against him again, harder this time, biting my swollen lip as my eyes locked with his. There was no shame left in me. Only heat. Only want. A low growl rumbled from his chest. He was thick beneath me, hard and straining, and I could feel it, every inch of him pressing into me. His
I stalked around the truck, planting myself in front of him. The air between us was thick, burning with everything we hadn't said. He leaned back in the seat like he didn't care, but his jaw was tight, his shoulders coiled like he was holding something back. "The tent is mine, Liam," I said, voice sharp. "You're going to give it to me." He didn't even flinch. Just stared, slow and cold. "It was yours. Not anymore." "You're being ridiculous." He tilted his head. "You and your boyfriend Peter, seem pretty comfortable. You can share his." "He's not my boyfriend." Liam's eyes darkened. "No? Could've fooled me. The way you were grinding on him like you forgot how to breathe. If your clothes weren't in the way, you'd have already spread your legs for him right there in the fucking ocean." His words hit like a slap. My mouth dropped open, but nothing came out. He had been watching. Every second. But that didn't give him the right to speak to me like I was some toy that belonged to hi
We kept dancing like the night had no end. The music pulsed through my veins, the alcohol buzzing in my blood. had no idea how many shots I had taken. Everything blurred together, heat and laughter and Peter's hands always finding their way back to my waist. He was glued to me like I was his oxygen. And I didn't mind. Not one bit. It was obvious now. We both wanted the same thing. The tension between us crackled louder than the music. Out of nowhere, a drunken boy stumbled onto a makeshift stage and snatched the mic. His voice cracked through the speakers. "He... hello people!" A cheer rose up around the bonfire. "Are you here to party?" He shouted, swaying on his feet. "Yessss!" the crowd answered, arms lifted, drinks splashing. "I like that energy. But before we keep dancing, we need to chill. And when I say chill, I mean upset the ocean. And when I say upset the ocean, I mean... do something wild. You get me?" There were confused laughs and intrigued murmurs. "Trust me, thi
Sitting next to Peter was calming in a way I hadn't expected. His quiet presence had a steady, grounding energy. It wasn't like the wild, chaotic warmth I felt around Trevor and Greg, whose teasing and loud banter made everything feel like home. With Peter, it was quieter, more settled. Still, my thoughts kept wandering to those three troublemakers who had yet to return. Letting them go off together was probably the worst idea I'd agreed to. I could only imagine what kind of disaster they were plotting. "Huh?" I blinked, pulled from my thoughts. Peter had said something, but I hadn't caught it. "I said your eyes are pretty," he repeated, sipping his beer and looking at me in that calm, unreadable way that felt like he was trying to see through me. "Oh. Th-thanks," I stammered, caught completely off guard. My voice came out shaky and uncertain. Peter chuckled softly, like he wasn't surprised by my reaction. "You look flushed," he said. "Is it really your first time hearing a compli
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