Chapter 225: More

Grace pressed back against him again, clearer this time.

Liam’s hand slid from her stomach to her hip, then lower, finding her still slick and open from everything they had already done.

She made a soft sound when his fingers brushed her clit not protest, not surprise, just the quiet recognition that the night was not finished.

He stroked her there slowly, feeling her twitch and wetten further under his touch, then kissed the back of her shoulder and guided his cock between her thighs from behind.

He rubbed through her folds in long, deliberate passes, coating himself, until she pushed back with more intent and a shaky exhale.

He entered her slowly.

Grace’s breath left her in a long, broken sigh as he filled her again. The angle from spooning was deep and intimate, every inch sliding home until his hips were flush against her ass.

There was no careful negotiation left. Only heat and the residual tenderness of a body already well-used.

She was still tight around him, still fluttering from the earlier orgasms, and the way she clenched when he bottomed out dragged a low sound out of both of them.

Liam moved in steady, rolling thrusts.

One arm under her neck, cradling her. The other hand splayed over her lower stomach so he could feel every shift of her body against him.

Each stroke dragged almost all the way out before pushing deep again. Grace moaned into the pillow, soft at first, then fuller as the rhythm settled and the oversensitivity turned back into pure want.

He could feel the wetness of her his cum and hers mixed slicking every thrust, making the quiet filthy sound of their joining fill the dark bedroom.

He rubbed her clit in slow circles timed to his hips.

Grace’s breathing fractured within minutes. Soft broken sounds spilled into the dark as a fourth climax gathered under her skin, her thighs tensing, her fingers tightening around his wrist where it rested on her stomach.

He didn’t speed up. He just kept the same deep, relentless pace and the same firm pressure on her clit until her whole body wound tight against him.

"That’s it," he murmured against her ear.

She came with a trembling cry, cunt clenching hard around his cock, thighs shaking, her back arching against his chest as the orgasm rolled through her in long waves.

Wetness flooded around his shaft. He fucked her through it without stopping, drawing every pulse out of her until she was gasping and oversensitive, little aftershocks still hitting whenever he buried himself to the root.

He shifted them without fully withdrawing.

Rolled her onto her stomach. Lifted her hips. Drove back into her from behind in one firm thrust that made her cry out into the duvet.

The new angle was deeper. Harder. Grace’s hands fisted in the sheets as he gripped her hips and took her with a rhythm that left no room for thought only the tight heat of her, the way she pushed back to meet him, the raw sounds she no longer tried to swallow.

Her breasts moved against the mattress with every impact. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the small room. The necklace dangled and tapped against her throat.

"Liam God"

He reached around again and found her clit, rubbing firm circles while he fucked her in deep, heavy strokes. Grace broke almost immediately.

A fifth climax ripped through her in shaking, helpless pulses, her cunt clamping down so hard he had to push through it, a cracked cry muffled in the bedding as her arms nearly gave out.

He held her hips up and kept going, working her through the overstimulation until she was trembling and slick and moaning continuously under him.

Only then did he let go.

He buried himself deep and came hard, flooding her a second time with a low, rough groan, holding her hips flush against him through every thick pulse.

He ground against her ass as he emptied himself, feeling her flutter and clench around him, milking every drop.

For a long moment they stayed locked together, breathing ragged, skin slick with sweat, the room thick with the smell of sex and the quiet aftermath of a night that had gone far past the polite goodbye she might have expected that morning.

When he finally eased out, a mix of cum immediately leaked from her and ran down her thighs onto the already ruined sheets.

Grace collapsed fully onto the bed. Her hair was damp at the temples. The necklace was still on, twisted against her throat.

Her pussy was red, puffy, and thoroughly used. She looked utterly spent soft, marked, and quiet in a way that had nothing left to prove.

Liam lay down beside her.

Grace turned into him without opening her eyes, one arm draping loosely over his waist, face pressed against his chest.

Their breathing slowed together. Outside, the residential street remained ordinary a distant car, the faint hum of the city.

Inside, the shopping bags still sat in the living room beside a kettle box and new linens that had never made it onto the bed.

The green dress was still on the sofa floor. The apartment held the evidence of the entire day in quiet pieces.

After a long silence, Grace spoke, voice rough and small against his skin.

"You’re still leaving."

"Yes."

"Not tonight."

"No. Not tonight."

Her fingers curled once against his side. A quiet acceptance. A quiet claim of the hours they still had before morning.

Liam’s hand moved slowly up and down her back, feeling the residual heat of her skin, the faint marks his grip had left on her hips.

Sophie and Sarah were still out there.

But for what remained of the night, there was only Grace soft, grateful, thoroughly taken and the dark of a small apartment that had held more than either of them had planned when the day began.

Sleep took them like that.Tangled. Spent.And finished, at least for now.