Chapter 234: The Morning

​Scarlett’s POV

​The hot afternoon sun streamed through the half-open curtains, warming my face and pulling me slowly from the deepest sleep I’d had in weeks. My body felt heavy, deliciously used, every muscle aching in the most satisfying way. I stretched with a soft groan, wincing at the tenderness between my thighs and the faint bruises I could already feel blooming on my hips and breasts.

​When I opened my eyes, only Liam was still in bed with me. His massive frame was propped up on one elbow, his green eyes watching me with soft affection. The sheets were pooled low around his waist, revealing the hard lines of his abs and the thick outline of his cock even at rest.

​"Morning, love," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep and lingering desire. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from my face. "How do you feel?"

​I let out a breathless laugh, shifting carefully. "Like a train has crushed me... in the best possible way."

​Liam chuckled, the sound deep and warm. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. "That’s understandable. We were pretty intense."

​I glanced around the empty spots on the huge bed. "Where are Leo and Leonard?"

situation. They’ll be back soon." His hand

and cum, and my pussy throbbed with a

with

me up effortlessly, cradling me against his broad chest as he carried me into the luxurious bathroom. The shower was massive—glass walls, multiple heads, and plenty of space for someone Liam’s size. He turned the water on hot, steam quickly filling the room, then stepped inside with me still in his

over my wet body. We started slow—just kissing. His mouth moved tenderly against mine, his tongue sliding lazily, tasting me like he had

feel his cock thickening and rising between us. I

Scar... you’re so fucking perfect," he

that for long minutes, hands roaming, water pounding down on us, until I was aching again—not

slightly, his breathing ragged. "I know

my back was pressed to his front. I arched, pushing my ass back against him, offering myself. "I don’t want to stop. Fuck me,

growl. "You’re going to be

the fat head up and down my soaked slit, coating himself in my fresh arousal mixed with

slicker, and he sank in deep with one long, slow thrust

my waist to hold me steady while his other

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