CRAVE| 18+

twelve

OLESIA

The moment after was pure silence. Our bodies still tangled together, our hearts racing in unison as we struggled to catch our breath. I felt Liam's chest rising and falling beneath me, his heartbeat as erratic as mine.

For a few moments, neither of us moved. It was like the air between us had shifted into something more solid, more intense. Every sensation—the warmth of his skin, the way our bodies still fit together perfectly, even the sound of our breaths—felt amplified.

Liam's hand lazily trailed down my back, a light, absentminded touch, and I couldn't help but close my eyes, soaking in the satisfaction of it all. My mind was buzzing, caught between the euphoria of what we'd just done and the overwhelming realization that everything had changed.

Finally, I broke the silence, my voice barely a whisper. "So, we've really done it now."

Liam let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest where my head rested. "Yeah," he said softly, his voice still rough.

I shifted slightly, lifting my head to look at him. His hair was messy, his lips swollen, and his eyes... God, his eyes were still heavy with that same desire. "And?"

He met my gaze, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "And I don't regret a single second of it." His hand moved up to cup my face, his thumb brushing against my cheek. "Do you?"

For a split second, I thought about the guilt that should be settling in right about now. We'd crossed a line we couldn't uncross, and I knew things would never be the same. But the truth was, the only thing I felt was a deep satisfaction that settled into my bones and refused to budge. If I wanted him before, now I needed him. Every inch of my body craved him even more now that I knew exactly how it felt.

"I don't regret it," I whispered, my hand resting against his chest. "If anything... it's just made me want you more."

His breath hitched, and I saw the flicker of hunger return to his eyes. He groaned softly, his hand trailing down my side, making me shiver.

Hearing him call me that did something to me, something I couldn't quite put into words. I bit my lip, leaning down to kiss him again, soft at first, but it didn't stay that way for long. The kiss deepened quickly, our tongues tangling as the fire between us reignited.

I couldn't help but grind against him, feeling him harden beneath me again. 

 "You drive me crazy, Olesia." He thrust his hips up slightly, and I moaned into his mouth, feeling him press against me again. "You make me want to lose control all over again."

I was already on the edge, my body still buzzing with the aftershocks of our previous high. But I wanted more. I needed more.

"What's stopping you?" I whispered against his lips, my voice daring him.

His eyes darkened at my words, and before I knew it, he was sitting us up, limbs tangled, breath coming in shallow gasps as we devoured each other with kisses. His hands roamed over my body, exploring, teasing, driving me wild as I grinded against his lap.

Liam moaned, a deep sound that sent a fresh wave of heat through me. "Fuck" His voice was strained, his hands tightening on my hips as he guided me to move faster against him.

I moaned in response, the sound mixing with his, our shared pleasure filling the room. Every sound and word I heard from him, it did something to me, something primal that made me want to push him further, to see how fari could take him. 

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his lips pressing hot kisses against my neck, trailing down to my chest.

I arched into him, my nails digging into his shoulders as his mouth found my nipple, sucking and teasing with his tongue. "Liam..." I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pressed him closer.

His name on my lips seemed to drive him even crazier. He pulled me tighter against him, his hands stopping me from moving so he could grind against me.

I could feel him, hard and ready beneath me, and even though I just had him, I needed him again.

"Liam, please..." I begged, moving my hips in unity with his.

He groaned, his hands gripping my hips. "Fuck, baby. I need you so badly."

I positioned myself over him, feeling the heat of his arousal against me. My breath came in ragged gasps as I slowly lowered myself onto him, taking him in inch by inch. The sensation was mind-blowing, every part of me alive with pleasure as he filled me completely.

"Jesus, Olesia," he moaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly, guiding me to move.

I began to ride him slowly, savoring every moment as we built up a rhythm. His moans were music to my ears, each one pushing me further into the bliss that had become our reality. My movements were deliberate, every thrust and grind calculated to drive him insane.

His hands roamed over my body, his touch igniting a fire that seemed to burn through every nerve ending. "You're so perfect," he groaned, his voice low and strained.

My own pleasure built rapidly, the intensity of our connection sending me higher and higher. "Don't stop, Liam," I gasped, my voice desperate.

His grip on my hips tightened, and he thrust up into me with a fierce need that matched my own. The room was filled with the sounds of our pleasure—the slapping of our bodies, the gasps and moans that escaped our lips.

"Fuck, baby," he moaned, his voice cracking. "You feel so good. I'm already close."

I felt him tremble beneath me, his breathing ragged as he reached his peak. The sensation of him inside me, the way his body responded to mine, pushed me over the edge. I cried out, my body shuddering with the force of my climax.

As the waves of pleasure receded, we collapsed against each other, both of us gasping for air, our bodies slick with sweat. We held each other tightly, the closeness and warmth a soothing balm after the intensity of our release.

Liam's hands gently caressed my back, his fingers tracing soothing patterns as we both tried to regain our composure. "God, Olesia," he murmured

I nuzzled into his chest, feeling a profound sense of satisfaction. 

We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, our breaths gradually returning to normal. The quiet between us was filled with a deep, unspoken understanding. 

Eventually, Liam pulled back slightly, his gaze meeting mine with a mixture of affection and desire. "We should get some rest," he said, his voice gentle but still laced with the remnants of our earlier passion.

I nodded, a smile playing on my lips. "Yeah. I'd like that."

"Bath first?"

A grin eased onto my face immediately. "Absolutely."

He stood up, holding me close as he guided us to his bathroom. We took a bath, hands not shy of each other. When we were finally done, and our hands were all wrinkly, he carried me to his bedroom, knowing my legs were most likely no use. 

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over us as we settled into the sheets. We laid together, wrapped in each other's arms, the intimacy of the moment more prominent than I ever could have imagined.

We talked and talked until words didn't even seem to make sense anymore.

As I drifted off to sleep, the last thing I felt was the solid presence of Liam beside me. For the first time we'd crossed that line, it felt like we were exactly where we were meant to be.