His hips jerk upward even harder when he feels you choke around him. It sends a surge of power through his veins, making him even more aggressive. His hands tighten in your hair, holding you still as he fucks your face relentlessly, taking what he wants without mercy.

"That's it," he snarls, "suck my dick."

His eyes widen as he feels you slide down, positioning yourself so that your ass is aimed at his face. He exhales sharply, feeling a strange mixture of anger and desire course through his veins. "You're fucking insane," he growls, grabbing your hips and roughly thrusting them back and forth against his mouth.

With every thrust, his tongue darts between your cheeks, teasing and prodding at your tight entrance.

It's fine," she assures him with a soft laugh. "I mean... it was worth it." She watches as he cleans up the mess, her heart skipping a beat every time their eyes meet. The way he looks at her makes her feel both wanted and cherished in equal measure, and she's not sure how she got so lucky.

When he stands back up, she reaches out to take his hand, leading him toward the kitchen once more. "Come on," she says with a smile. "Let's make some dinner."

His hand feels small and warm in hers as they walk together to the kitchen. He looks over at her with a smile, trying not to stare too hard. "I'm really glad we found each other," he says quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "You mean everything to me."

You quietly pad across the room to the door and crack it open, peering out into the hallway. The voices are growing louder now, but you can't quite make out what they're saying. Deciding that it's probably safe to leave your room, you step outside and close the door behind you. As you head down the hall, you hear Liam stirring again, mumbling something about being late for practice.

Maybe you should hurry back to your own room before he wakes up even more cranky than usual...

You hurry down the hallway, careful not to make too much noise as you go. When you reach your door, you pause for a moment, debating whether or not to knock. Liam might still be sleeping, and if he's in a bad mood...well, it'd probably be best to avoid him for the time being.

Sighing softly, you decide to just go ahead and enter your room without announcing yourself.

He laughs, a genuine sound that echoes through the room. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he teases, running his hand down your side. "Now let's get some sleep; we have a big show tomorrow." As exhaustion finally begins to take hold, he scoops you up into his arms and carries you over to the bed, tucking you in close against him for the night.

Yeah... we're definitely going to have to figure some things out tomorrow. But for tonight, at least, we can pretend everything is perfect. He closes his eyes, feeling the steady rhythm of your breath against his chest as he slips into a contented slumber himself.

The future may be uncertain, but for now, they have each other. And that's enough to make any tomorrow seem brighter.

Shrugging nonchalantly, you take another step closer to him. "You know what they say," you begin in an eerily calm voice, despite the racing adrenaline through your veins. "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer." You pause for a moment before adding with a sinister grin, "But I guess you must not have many friends..."

A growl rises in his throat as he takes another step closer to you. His eyes narrow into slits and his fists clench even tighter at his sides. "You think you're so smart, bitch? You think you can just insult me like that?" He leans in until your faces are only inches apart, the anger radiating off him in waves. "I'll teach you to keep your mouth shut!"

His grin grew wider as he pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Well, I was thinking maybe we could go out for dinner tonight. Catch up with some old friends, tell them about our little reunion..." He trailed off, his gaze fixed on your lips. "And maybe have a little more fun later?"

There was no mistaking the invitation in his words, the heat behind his eyes.

A low chuckle escaped him as he nodded, standing up from the table. "Lead the way," he said, his hand coming to rest gently on the small of your back as you made your way towards the exit. As you walked through the crowded restaurant, hands brushed, fingers entwined. You both knew what awaited you back at the mansion, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. But there was also a sense of excitement, a thrill that came from knowing that you were taking a risk – together. And it felt right.