Cookie

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Liam tucked me into bed the moment we stepped inside the house, practically spinning around the room like he was training for a competition. He brought me comfy clothes, gave me another painkiller, massaged my injured knee with a cream that made my skin burn, and made me a huge cup of coffee. Then, he moved one of the TVs from the living room into our room so we could watch something together before drifting off to sleep.

Can anyone believe I made him watch The Vampire Diaries with me? He absolutely hates it. The moment I mentioned vampires, werewolves, and a love story, Liam immediately judged it. I remember his exact words: "Chick show." But I promised myself I would convince him to give it a shot.

"How on earth can you like this guy?" Liam asked as we reached the final ten minutes of the fourth episode, referring to Damon, who was drinking Caroline's blood in an attempt to kill her. "Actually, why would anyone like any of these guys? They're cold-blooded murderers."

Pausing the video, I turned to face him, ready to explain. "Well, you see, both of them are doing all this crazy stuff to protect Elena, who they both love. Stefan is the good guy, but even Damon, the bad one, is willing to do anything to keep her safe-even knowing he won't get her."

Liam placed his hands on my cheeks and looked into my eyes with a cocky smile that made my skin feel hotter than I wanted to admit. "So, my sweet Nataly always had a thing for villains... And here I thought I had made you change your mind about bad boys."

"You're not a bad boy, Liam," I replied, kissing his lips quickly. "You never were bad to me. You were a little mean when we first met, but even then you apologized for it. Liam, no one has ever been as good to me as you have."

"Hey, baby, please don't let anyone hear you say that. I've got a reputation to keep, okay?" he teased, caressing my cheeks.

"Why did you?" I asked, genuinely curious. "What made you so nice to me?"

My question seemed to surprise him, and for a moment, I thought he would make another joke. But instead, he took my hands in his, his smile turning serious as he spoke. "You did," he said softly, kissing my lips before continuing. "You were different than any other girl I'd ever met. You weren't trying to get my attention; you were just nice to me, even when I made you uncomfortable and was a jerk. You were honest, kind... you were good." He lifted me gently, guiding me to sit between his legs with my back pressed against his chest. "From the first moment we met, I felt something in my chest, like my heart was going to explode, my brain felt fried. And when Tiffany told me someone was going to mess with you... God, Nat, I've never felt that angry in my life. I wanted to break that idiot's neck. I wanted to protect you, to take you out of there."

"Hmm..." I said, turning to look at him with wide eyes. "I never pictured you as a caveman before."

"Really?" Liam replied, spinning us around so he was on top of me now, his eyes darkened with lust. "You know what they say about cavemen?" he asked, his tone low and teasing. I shook my head, blushing as my heart began to race. "We're amazing kissers, cookie. May I show you?"

The fact that he always asks for my consent, even though we've already been intimate before, makes him even more irresistible. He never misreads my signals, always making sure I'm comfortable and ready. Knowing he'd stop if I said so made me feel confident, like I could trust him completely.

"Please, do," I breathed out, my voice husky with desire.

When our lips met, and our tongues began their passionate dance, I felt a burning need to get closer, to feel his skin against mine. Without thinking, I pushed him away, breaking the kiss. His confused gaze met mine as I pulled the bottom of his shirt off in one swift motion, tossing it to the floor. Within seconds, my sweater followed, along with his sweatpants and my leggings. We were left in just our underwear.

I reached for him, embarrassed by my sudden boldness, but he stopped me. His strong arms framed my face, holding himself above me as his lustful gaze left me breathless. I tried to look anywhere but into his eyes, but his words shattered my shyness.

"You are perfect, baby." His hands traveled down my body, stopping at the waistband of my panties, waiting for my approval. "I want to love you, baby. Please, let me make you feel good."

I hesitated. "Liam, I'm not ready..." I began, but his lips silenced me with a gentle kiss.

"I know, baby," he whispered, caressing my cheek with his finger. "But I can still make you feel good. I can love your body without sex. Will you let me have you like this, baby?"

I studied his face, his dark eyes, long lashes, and the little crease between his brows that appeared when he was nervous. I loved Liam-more than I had ever loved anyone-and I trusted him. And so, I agreed, my voice soft. "Yes, I will, my love."

Liam leaned in again, but instead of kissing me, he found that special spot on my neck, the one that always made me cry out in pleasure. His touch sent sparks across my skin, and a fire quickly ignited inside me.

When his mouth wandered lower, reaching my breasts, my mind seemed to shut down, overwhelmed by sensation. His fingers found the sensitive spot between my legs, and all my remaining shyness vanished as pure desire took over. I couldn't hold back, arching my back and pushing against his skillful touch, begging for more.

"Liam... oh, Liam!" I gasped, barely able to form coherent words as his fingers worked magic on me. His tongue slid into my mouth, claiming me as his, while his hand steadied me, keeping me from losing control completely.

The pleasure overwhelmed me-intense and all-consuming. It felt as though my body was about to burst, every nerve alive with ecstasy. I didn't want it to end. I wanted more-more of him, more of this.

"You're so beautiful, cookie. And so damn sexy without even trying," he whispered hoarsely, his breath unsteady. "The sight of you like this, wanting me, aching for more, it's enough to drive me crazy."

"More, please, Liam, don't stop," I begged, my hands pulling him closer as I kissed him again, desperate for more.

And he gave in, his lips devouring mine, his hand moving faster, more urgently over me. I could barely think, only feel. Every touch, every kiss, sent me higher and higher, until I was on the edge.

Suddenly, everything crashed down on me in a wave of pleasure so intense I couldn't breathe. My body tightened, shaking uncontrollably, as I felt the world around me collapse into this moment of pure bliss.

I had no words, no thoughts. Just an overwhelming need for him, and the reality of what we had just shared settled in.

Liam whispered, "That, cookie, was the first orgasm I gave you." If I weren't so exhausted, I might have blushed at the realization. "If you think this was devastatingly good, you have no idea what I've got planned next." He casually ran his fingers through my pulsing core, and I barely registered his next words as he stuck them deep into his mouth, groaning in pleasure.

He wrapped the covers around me, pulling me close. "Just as I imagined-sweet and delicious, just like a cookie. Did I mention, I love cookies?"

I drifted off to sleep soon after, feeling him leave the bed, the sound of water running in the bathroom, and then nothing but darkness.