Liam POV
I press inside him slowly, steadily, feeling the way his body fights the stretch, how he tightens instinctively, his muscles locking up even as a low, broken noise slips out of him. I force him to feel it, to take every inch, my hands gripping his hips hard enough to bruise as I push deeper, until there’s nowhere left for him to run.
He snarls up at me, furious and beautiful and wrecked.
“Still think I can’t?” I growl, burying myself to the hilt.
He grits his teeth, refusing to give me the satisfaction of an answer, but the flush spreading across his cheeks, the way his body trembles under mine, betrays him more than any words ever could.
I start to move, slow, brutal strokes that leave him gasping for breath he refuses to beg for. His hands clench into fists above his head,
