Because Of Her.

91 | He is mine!

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"Liam." I moan when his mouth leaves my lips and pepper kisses down my jaw. He had me against the door as both of our hand on the door knob trying to close it but it looks like none of us can cooperate any other task except kissing each other. His other hand is cupping my neck to angle my head while mine stays on his back to press him closer to me. I grip his white shirt and hear him make a deep sound when he brings his mouth back on mine.

The kiss is so brutal but addicting, my hands shoot towards his hair, fingers tangling in his curls, marveling in the sensation of how much I missed doing this while kissing. He sure as hell missed it too due to how he growls in appreciation.

"Door, Liam." I whisper in loss of breath as he pulls me to the couch. Currently we are in the room where Olivia and others were getting ready before walking down the aisle. The glass room area where the reception held was empty and the staff is clearing it out while the aftermath is happening at the garden. Everyone is there and we snuck out here, I have no idea when and how we ended up here.

But we both knew we want more. More of what we got before my Dad interruption.

He makes me sit on the couch I barely bounce off before he captures my lips again with his one foot on couch while he bends his body to kiss me. His fingers grasp the back of my neck keeping me in place as he deepens the kiss. My tongue enters into his mouth and I can feel the taste of champagne and faint mint. I nearly pass out at how much his scent is familiar.

"I missed your lips so much." I murmur through the kiss without thinking much and he takes that chance to savor my mouth with his tongue. I part my lips and lay on couch as he hovers above me. The kiss becomes more urgent and primal with each deepened moment. I arch my back to not miss out from his stroke, to match his pace.

"You have no idea how hard I used to wish for this...for you." He takes a pause to tell me this and I touch his cheeks seeing how dazed and startled he looks still. Like he can't believe we are kissing.

Before I can say anything he pulls me up before sitting on couch, he adjusts me on his lap but due to my dress it doesn't allow me to straddle him properly. Both of our frustration grows and he touches my thighs as if to ask permission I nod and he hastily pull the hem of my dress above my thighs—as soon as my legs find a room I straddle him.

His hand shoots to cup my cheek while I cup his tilting our face to kiss. I don't know how long we keep on kissing; I can feel the pain of biting, sucking, nibbling on my lips yet I don't make any move to stop it. The hunger and longing is making us oblivious to any of it. I am sure with which his hand is not resting and deepening into my hair, it's all getting messed up. The flowers I had on lay shrewd on the couch while some between our laps.

I splutter out a laugh when one roll down and comes in between our kiss, Liam breaks the kiss and spits it out from his mouth at side. He looks at me still laughing and I remove the one tiny flower tangled in his hair.

"You pretty boy." I tease as I show him the flower before dropping it. We take a time to breathe in as he continues to stare at me with so much intensity. His eyes isn't hiding how much hungry he is still and want to continue this session more but for some reason he just stare.

"What?" I murmur seeing his gaze fixated on me.

"This feels like a dream. You didn't want to be kissed before. What changed your mind?" He asks looking curious.

I don't want anything with Selena because if something happens with her I know nothing will happen between me and Rose ever again. And that terrifies me. I would rather be alone then block the paths where we can meet together.