whispers of a forbidden flame

CHAPTER 3

Bella – Age 22

There are moments in life you don’t come back from.

Mine is now — lying naked on my back beneath Liam Prescott’s hard, heavy body as his mouth traces a sinful path down my inner thigh. I shouldn’t be here. The ceiling shouldn’t be spinning with stars. My father’s best friend shouldn’t be spreading my legs like he owns me.

But here I am — thighs trembling, lips swollen from kissing him all morning, heart trapped between guilt and unstoppable want.

“Liam,” I whisper, hands lost in his hair. He’s already pulled my panties off and tossed them somewhere across the room. My tank top is somewhere on the floor. I’m completely exposed in his bed.

He kisses higher. His breath is hot on my core. “Tell me to stop, Bella,” he rasps, even though his fingers are already parting my slick folds. “Last chance.”

I look down at him — his jaw, the way his eyes darken with hunger. My voice comes out breathless and reckless.

“Don’t you dare stop.”

His groan vibrates against my skin.

Then his tongue slides over me — long, slow, deliberate — and everything in me snaps. I arch off the bed with a cry, clutching his hair as he licks me again and again, mapping every inch like he’s memorising me.

My thighs squeeze his head but he just grips my hips in two large hands and growls, “Stay open for me, sweetheart.”

God help me, I obey.

His tongue flicks over my c**t torturously fast until I’m gasping his name with every trembling breath. Each stroke drags me closer to detonation. I don’t even recognise the sounds that fall from my lips — moans, whimpers, begs.

“Liam— I— I’m—”

“Let go,” he murmurs between long sucks. “Give it to me.”

That’s all it takes. Pleasure slams through me so violently I nearly sob. My back bows, my skin on fire, my legs shaking uncontrollably as I fall apart on his tongue. He doesn’t stop until I collapse back down.

When I finally open my eyes, he is staring at me like a man destroyed — lips wet, chest rising hard.

“You’re going to kill me, Bella,” he breathes.

“Then die,” I whisper, pulling him up roughly by his shirt collar and tasting myself on his mouth when I kiss him. His body is rock solid against mine. I reach between us and palm the thick bulge in his sweatpants. His breath shudders.

“Baby—” he warns.

“Please.” My voice breaks with need. “I want you inside me. Please, Liam.”

His eyes close like I just broke him.

Then he growls — a dangerous, raw sound — and flips me onto my stomach. I gasp into the pillow as he yanks his sweats off and his thick, heavy length slaps against my backside. My entire body pulses for him.

“You sure, Bella?” he asks, voice strained.

I glance over my shoulder, hair messy, lips swollen. “Yes. I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”

He doesn’t hesitate again.

One hand grips my hips, the other fists my hair, pulling me slightly back as he pushes inside in one slow, agonising slide. He’s huge. My eyes roll back as he stretches me — inch by inch — until I’m completely, impossibly full.

“f**k,” he groans into my neck. “You’re so tight.”

Tears prick my eyes at the burn, but it’s pleasure too — insane pleasure that makes my toes curl against the sheets. He gives me a second to adjust, kissing my shoulder, murmuring soft curses.

“Move,” I beg, pressing back against him. “Liam… please.”

He pulls almost all the way out, then thrusts back in harder. I choke on a moan.

And then he starts moving — deep, hard, perfect. Every slow thrust hits places inside me I never knew existed. His hand stays tangled in my hair, holding me against him as he pounds into me with growing hunger, each thrust faster and deeper until I’m crying out shamelessly.

“Look at you,” he growls, breath hot on my ear, “bouncing on Daddy’s best friend’s cock.”

I let out a broken scream at his filthy words. My arms give out and my cheek presses into the pillow as he ruins me from behind.

“That feel good?” he pants, snapping his hips.

“So… good…” I sob.

He changes the angle slightly — thrusting upward this time — and my world explodes in white-hot sparks. “THERE!” I scream.

He curses and jackhammers that spot, his fingers sliding around to rub my swollen c**t in tight circles until I’m wailing his name. Everything builds, crashing wave after wave.

“Come for me, baby,” he commands in a dark voice. “Give me every f*****g drop.”

I shatter. Pleasure blinds me. I convulse around him, screaming so loudly I surprise myself. He keeps thrusting through my orgasm — desperate, relentless — until I feel him tense behind me.

His hand squeezes my waist and with a guttural moan he spills inside me in hot, thick pulses — deep, so deep I swear I can feel his heartbeat.

We collapse onto the bed together, bodies slick with sweat, breathing ragged.

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Liam – Age 37

I hold her close, trying to slow my heart. I just came inside Carter’s daughter. No condom. No sanity. No escape.

“Liam?” she whispers after a long silence.

I stroke her back. “Yeah?”

“What does this make us now?”

I don’t answer right away. Part of me wants to claim her fiercely. Another part knows I’ve crossed a line that can never be uncrossed.

Finally, I tip her chin up and stare into those big brown eyes I’ve known almost her entire life. “It makes us… dangerous.”

Her lips twitch into a smile before she cuddles against my chest, tracing lazy circles over my skin.

We stay like that until reality starts creeping in around the edges. Her phone lights up on the bedside table — a message from my ex-wife Lauren, of all people.

Lauren Prescott: “Morning. I forgot a box of my things in your attic. Swinging by later to pick it up.”

I curse under my breath. Bella glances at the screen, words sinking in.

“When is she coming?”

“Probably today.”

Bella sits up, suddenly nervous. “Should I leave?”

“No,” I say too quickly, pulling her back down. “No one is taking you from me now.”

She bites her bottom lip. “Even if my dad finds out?”

My jaw tenses. “We’ll deal with that when it comes.”

Because in this moment — naked, sweaty, tangled in my sheets — I know one thing for certain:

I’m never letting her go.