Beautifully Revealed (4 page)

Isabella

I wake to Liam’s large body hovering over me. His da
rk hair is unusually long and hangs slightly over his green eyes. He leans down towards my lips and my hands grip his bulging shoulders. His head slants as his tongue caresses my bottom lip. His warmth surrounds me and my body tingles in anticipation of his possession. I want him to cover me with his love until I’m numb to anything but the sensations he drives into my body.

My tongue flicks out and tangles gently with his. He groans and thrust
s his tongue deep into the cavern of my mouth, devouring me with a fierce hunger. I tangle my fingers in his hair, holding him prisoner as I return his kiss. His hard erection rocks between my spread legs, and I moan into his mouth.

He
pulls down on my top until the erect tips of my breasts are exposed to the cool air. His constant pumping against my sensitive clit has me riding on the edge of my orgasm. With one last gentle suck on my bottom lip he breaks away from my mouth and moves down to my nipple. His tongue rolls over the aching bud. Slow, wet, and warm. My body’s in overload from the stimulation.

He moves to my other nipple sucking gently while he circles the other with his finger. My back arches, pushing my nipple deeper into his mouth. He glances up at me and smiles as he backs off and slides my panties down my leg
s. His eyes zero in on my wet pussy and he dives in hungrily, licking and gently sucking on my clit. His tongue is a weapon of blissful torture. He brings me to the edge of rapture then backs off. I watch under lids heavy with lust as he kneels between my spread legs and strokes his massively erect cock.

He looks into my eye
s and I see a flare of intense passion. He grips my hips and raises me up to accept his invasion into my body. He feeds me every inch slowly and freezes when he’s seated deep inside me. His jaw clenches and a vein twitches in his neck as he battles for control. When he pulls out and slams back into me I yelp in surprise, and his grip on my hips loosens. He wants to be gentle with me; I read his intention on his strained face. He’s fighting the need to pound me into the mattress.  He holds on to the back of my knees and spreads me out as he gently rocks into me. His pace is deliciously satisfying, the slow push of his cock builds my climax leisurely.

He reaches out and rubs my beaded nipple as the slow slide of his thrust
s slap against my achingly swollen clit. His eyes are serious and he’s focused on my every reaction. I bite down on my lip as the first wave of my orgasm washes over me. He pulls out and rubs the swollen tip of his cock over my clit and I scream out his name as my orgasm intensifies. Jolts of pleasure shoot from where his fingers are pinching my nipple down to the wet, slippery slide of his cock against my clit. My body convulses from the pleasure and before I can bring myself back down from my high he flips me over. He pulls my ass up and plunges deep into my tight tunnel.

“Oh God… too much…Liam…too much”

His pace quickens and my hands grip the headboard. “You can take it, baby. You always take me just the way I like you to.”

I bite down on the pillow. Every thrust hits against my g-spot and after the orgasm I just had
, I’m not sure if I can survive the one building deep in my core. He grunts loudly and his hands on my hips tighten and I know he’s close to exploding. One thrust, two thrusts, after the third I lost count. My orgasm explodes through me like a rocket, flashes of bright colors sparkle behind my eyelids. My body collapses limply onto the bed but Liam’s grip on me is steadfast and his thrusts are relentless. I moan loudly every time he enters me then finally he freezes up and I feel his cock pulsate within me as hot spurts of cum fill my pussy. He drops down over me, his head on the pillow next to mine, and the heavy pressure of his weight is comforting.

I watch him breathing heavily next to me. His hair
covers his closed eyes and a slight smile plays on his lips. I reach out and pull his hair out of his face and his eyes crack open. His eyes are bright and happy, and I’m ecstatic every time I realize I bring this out of him.

“What do you think about ordering in and staying in bed all day?”

“I thought you had to be at your club tonight?”

He sighs and rests his head on his hand
. “You had a rough night, and I thought it would be better if we stayed in.”

“No
, Liam, I don’t want you to baby me. I’m fine. You have an obligation that you’re not going to break to watch over me.” He’s being irrationally overprotective and I don’t need that. What I need is to figure out what Damon wants and how to get rid of him, but first I have to face my fear of him.

Liam
gets out of bed and walks to the bathroom. “We’re staying home, Ella.”

He was absolutely serious
, and though I pouted for the first hour, in the end I was happy we stayed in. We ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed while watching movies. I was glad we stayed home because any chance I get to have Liam alone always turn out to be the best moments of my life.

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Monday morning I check my phone on the way to my office, and I’m surprised to see three voicemails and eight texts from Cayden. I immediately feel bad for letting him worry for the whole weekend. The moment I saw him at that party, I knew it would spell trouble for Liam and I, but Cayden was persistent in his effort to talk to me. I’m pretty sure he came to the party hoping to see me. I’d been avoiding his calls since the big blow up with Liam, and his showing up at the party was a last ditch effort to contact me.

Had I not seen Damon
, and had another episode, Liam and I would’ve had a huge falling out. His feelings about Cayden are pretty clear. He wants me to stay away, but I’m not sure I can. I look at the messages for a few minutes before deciding to return his text.

Sorry you were worried
, but I’m fine

I really need to see you
, Isabella

Not a good idea

We can meet for coffee and I won’t push you to talk about the other night

I stare at his message and realize fo
r the first time in a long time I want to talk. I want to open up about Damon and maybe bury him in my past so I can have a chance to grasp the happiness Liam offers me.

If we meet it has to be in your office

That’s fine, be here at 1. I’ll be waiting

I spend most of the morning staring into space
, wondering if I should tell Liam about my meeting with Cayden. Every time I pick up the phone to call him I hang up, afraid that he’ll forbid me to go. I’d go anyway, but it would start an unnecessary disagreement. Maybe with time I can explain to him that I need Cayden to be my therapist, but right now I’ll get nowhere by telling him about this visit.

I let Lillian know I’ll be out for lunch
, and nervously step onto the elevator. I avoid looking at the cameras, hoping Liam’s stalker tendencies don’t kick in today. If he were to call me and ask me where I’m going, I don’t think I could blatantly lie to him. When the doors slide open in the parking garage I walk quickly to my car. After seeing Damon a couple nights ago I’ve become paranoid, and the empty garage makes me nervous. I lock the doors as soon as I’m seated and realize I’m breathing heavily. Damon’s appearance has me on edge but I refuse to run away and hide again.

Cayden’s office is on the first floor of a very swanky high rise building. His
young, blonde receptionist is impeccably dressed and very professional. She greets me with a warm smile then promptly guides me into Cayden’s office. He rises from behind his desk and walks towards me. Today he looks so young for such an accomplished professional. He’s wearing jeans and a tight black t-shirt that emphasizes his broad shoulders and sculpted body.

He pulls me into his arm
s and I’m glad to be here, taking a step towards the possibility of healing. He guides me to a plush couch and sits beside me, holding my hand in his.

“How are you feeling?”

“Nervous,” I sigh.

“Why would you be
nervous? I told you we don’t have to talk about the other night.”

“I
know but…I want to. I feel like I need to release this ache in my chest, and I think this is the place I can do that.” He looks at me silently for a few seconds before letting go of my hands.

“
I’m glad you trust me to help you.” He sits back in his chair and intertwines his fingers, “You start whenever you’re ready, and we’ll go from there.” His cool, collected therapist tone is in place.

I wring my hands together to calm the shaking and heave a deep sigh before I begin. “The guy at the party
the other night is Damon Porter. I met him when I was fourteen and we became friends, but he was older than me. I knew he wanted more than friendship, I probably encouraged him with what I thought was innocent flirting. He was pretty much my only friend and for two years straight he would pop up everywhere I went. He’d pick me up after school and he would show up at most of my track practices. Then one day he found out I had a boyfriend and he became very angry.”

Dark flashes of the lingering memories cause my head to start pounding. “He threatened my boyfriend until he dumped me. I was devast
ated, I thought I was in love but Damon scared him off. I argued with Damon and he declared his love for me. I ended our friendship, and cut off all communication, but he still showed up everywhere. He was desperate to get me to see that we could be together. One week after my sixteenth birthday… everything changed.”

Liam