Ruthless: A Fourth Wing Fanfiction

Chapter 14 (edited)

My eyes snap open.
The wrist that Cadet Hobson is holding suddenly grows warm. Hot. She freezes. She completely stops twisting and is paralysed. I wrangle free from her grip, snapping her fingers to get myself loose. I just paralysed a girl and broke her fingers.
I don't even check on her, or take one look at her hand.
Because, I know that voice.
Scruffy blonde hair. Sea blue eyes. His shoulder stitched and wrapped with bandages.
I run forward and leap into his arms. He's out. He's finally out of the infirmary. And he's okay.
Liam hugs me, wrapping his arms around my waist, slightly lifting me off the ground.
"Hey," he says softly in my ear.
"Liam," I reply, my voice hoarse. I bury my face in his neck, his soft, wooden scent filling my nose.
"I'm right here."
I don't care if people are watching us, they can go fuck themselves.
"Why didn't you come visit me?" He whispers, putting me back onto the ground gently.
"I-" I stop, seeing a few cadets watching us. "Can we talk somewhere else?"
I turn to the professor, who nods at me with an understanding look.
We walk to my room and I close the door behind us.
"Why didn't you come visit me?" Liam repeats, in a bit of a firmer tone.
I look him up and down, taking a quick look at his wrapped shoulder, bruises, and cuts that have scarred over.
"I didn't want to hurt you." The quietness in my voice makes me sound like a coward.
"Why do you think you would have hurt me?" His gaze softens.
"Because I don't know when this power will decide to make an appearance. The only thing I know is that I can't control it. I can't afford to be near you when it happens," I reply, turning my head.
"Hey, hey," his fingers lift my chin. "Nothing would have happened to me. Do you notice what your feeling when it happens?"
"Anger. And fear."
"Have you ever been angry at me before?"
"I mean, frustrated, yes, slightly annoyed, yes," I chuckle. "But never angry."
I sigh, my face falling at the sight of his shoulder.
"I should have helped sooner."
"I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you."
"Yes, but this," I say, waving to his arm. "could have been avoided."
"If it wasn't for this, I wouldn't have gotten my signet."
"Your what? What's your signet?" I ask, somewhat excited.
"Far-sight."
I frown. "What's that mean?"
"It means, that wherever you go on this earth, I will find you," Liam says, his hand grabbing mine, squeezing it gently. "No matter how far away I am."
If that was supposed to be comforting, it does the job.
I turn away from him, tears running down my face.
He gets such an easy signet. He can see everything. That's all. Nothing more, nothing less.
Liam steps forward, hugging me from behind. His arms wrap around my waist. He gently rocks me from side to side.
"You get such an easy signet," I choke out. "You don't even need to master anything. You just look at something and you just, I don't know, zoom in!"
I regret saying his power is easy as soon as it slips out.
"It's not that simple," he replies softly.
"And then I have this paralyse thing, which Erricka said doesn't look normal, and I think I just killed someone in sparring," I sob.
Liam turns me around in his arms. I keep my head low. I don't want him to see my tears.
But he seemingly does. He tilts my head up, cupping my chin.
"She was practically breaking your arm. She deserved to die," Liam says, his other hand brushing my tears away. "They have lessons for this. Lessons to help you figure out, control, and harness your signet. They'll help you, and I'll help you."
I breathe out a little. Why did I think I had to do this all on my own?
Suddenly, I'm acutely aware of the distance between our faces. It makes me want to lean in closer, but...
I can feel Liam's hot breath on my face. His eyes search my own.
His face inches closer. In one quick second, his mouth is on mine.
I don't know what to feel as his tongue parts my lips, and my hand tangles itself into his hair. All I know is that I don't want it to stop. He groans slightly as I press against him, my tongue colliding with his, tasting him.
We stumble backwards, and my back hits the wall. He lifts me against it, kissing down my neck.
I moan, lifting my head higher to give him more room.
He sucks on my neck, leaving purple marks. His tongue glides across my jawline in a teasing manner, and I arch my back in pleasure.
I soon claw at my shirt, my body throbbing. I tear it off, as well as my corset along with it.
I push Liam onto the bed, forcing him to sit down. I climb onto his lap, feeling his dick harden underneath me.
He smirks, unbuttoning my pants slowly. He tugs it off my legs, leaving bare naked.
Before I can do anything, his tongue is between my folds, and I'm already screaming.
He sucks my clit, one hand playing with my nipple and the other in his own pants, no doubt kneading himself.
I moan, the sensations all catching up to me. I begin riding his face, and he falls back onto the bed. I'm sitting on his face now, still riding. I feel an orgasm coming up, but we're not done yet. Not by the way Liam just yanked his long, hard dick out of his pants, covered in precum.
The orgasm comes, and I quickly ride it out eager for more.
He looks at me. He cups my ass, lifting me up. His tip brushes my entrance, and I let out another moan.
He slowly pushes himself into me, stretching me out until I'm full to the brim, and begins pounding into me. I feel him throb inside of me. He squeezes my ass, his other hand going back to playing with my nipple.
Finally, another orgasm comes, leaving me screaming, riding out the waves on his dick.
Liam pants, his eyes searching mine with a smile on his face.

P.S - this is the first and last time I'm ever writing smut. Absolutely TRAUMSTIZED. but it's for the character development so I'll deal with this one chapter.