Chapter Seven
Liam was kissing her. She felt him use his tongue to part her lips. His hands were on her waist and he held her tightly. The feeling of having his tongue inside her mouth was overwhelming. He was strong, muscular, and naked from the waist up.
Isabel’s hands instinctually drifted to his chest, which was rock solid with a light dusting of fine blonde hair. She traced the muscles on his arms with her fingers as he kissed her. And then he suddenly stopped.
“Your dress needs to come off,” he said gruffly and took a few steps back. Isabel felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over her. He watched her, urging her to peel off her dress.
Slowly, Isabel reached for the thin straps of her dress. She only had to give them one tug and the silky material drifted off her body. She stood completely naked before him. His piercing blue eyes bore into her, and a soft smile spread on his face. He was watching her like he was admiring a work of art. He took his time; he wasn’t in a rush. She was his, his bride-to-be. It was his right to test her out. To make sure that he was going to be satisfied with her.
Isabel could feel the wetness between her legs grow. She had never been this aroused by a man who was simply looking at her.
“Lie down on the bed,” he said, and she bit down on her lip. He was still watching her as she walked slowly to the bed and sat down on the edge.
“Lie down. I want to taste you,” he said in the same guttural, low voice. Shivers ran down Isabel’s spine, but she did as she was told. There was no way she was going to disobey Liam. She hadn’t seen him completely naked yet, but already she wanted him inside her.
He followed her, as she swung her legs over and lay down, completely naked on the cold, tough mattress. No man had looked at her like this. So then why was she allowing him to? He didn’t even seem to like her. But she liked him. It was more than that. She was yearning for his touch again.
Liam stood over her. She looked up at him. When she was least expecting it, his hands drifted down. He caressed her, running his fingers gently down the length of her neck, between her bursting breasts, down her belly, over her navel, and then finally came to rest on the mound between her thighs.
“You’re a very brave girl, Isabel. Come here,” he muttered, and she felt her body shudder. His touch was warm and she could feel goosebumps appear on her flesh again. She remained quiet as he allowed his fingers to explore her legs next. Then he bent down, grabbing her waist again. He twisted her over to his side so that her legs dangled off the edge of the bed while he bent down in front of her. His face was level with her throbbing, wet center.
Isabel gasped when he brought his face closer. She could feel his breath on her skin. That same musky masculine scent of him filled her senses. She wanted him inside of her. He licked her inside, right at the center so that she arched her back and gasped again.
“Settle down, now,” he said in a sudden, authoritative voice like he was calming one of his horses. Isabel bit down on her lip and tried to stay still.
He licked her again and then thrust his tongue into her. She felt his tongue inside her and moaned loudly. Liam’s hand reached over to cover her mouth as she arched her back again. He licked and thrust with his tongue. Isabel never knew that a man could ever make her feel so good. She could feel her juices flowing out, mingling with his mouth and his saliva. She had never been this honest and so open with a man before.
Isabel squirmed in her position, nearing the edge. She could feel the knots in her belly giving way. She was going to have her first orgasm even before she knew what was coming her way.
Liam suddenly raised his head, dragging his mouth away from her core. “Are you going to come for me, young lady?” he asked. Isabel had no other option but to nod her head. She wanted him inside of her… or at least his mouth inside of her. She wanted him to push her over the edge.
Instead, he gave her something else. He pushed his forefinger inside her, gently sliding in through her folds and her juices. Isabel moaned again, biting down on her lip to muffle it when she realized that Sophie was in the other room.
“Good girl,” he said softly as he pushed his finger in and then pulled out. He did this repeatedly with an increasing force. He was looking down at her. There was that same grin on his face. He was enjoying this control he had over her body, the fact that he could do with her as he pleased.
Isabel was going to come; she could feel it. He pushed into her deeper and deeper until, eventually, she arched her back, dragging her body up in the air. She moaned loudly and felt her toes curl up.
She orgasmed right into his hands and thought she heard Liam laugh as she came. Her body shook slightly, and after what felt like several minutes, she finally began to relax.
Liam removed his finger and then slowly stood up. Isabel stared at him, confused. What was he doing? How could it be over? What about him? But she didn’t dare ask.
He caught her staring as he straightened his back. “What did you think was going to happen? I wasn’t planning on taking your virginity before you were married,” he said. With that, the smile on his face was gone.