In a move she later blamed on mixed stubbornness and arousal, Toria pressed her hand to Liam’s chest and pulled forth a tiny bit of power. “Trust me. I will never let you hurt me.” This time, when she brushed Liam’s skin, electricity rippled between them. His back arched, fingers digging into her skin as he rode the crest of pleasure.
Liam tugged the sweater over her head, tossing it to his living room floor. She hadn’t bothered with the hated brassiere under such a bulky top, and Liam cupped her exposed breasts.
He didn’t resort to dirty magical tricks, instead leaning forward to pull one n****e into his mouth. She gasped under the onslaught of liquid warmth, and she tangled her fingers through his hair in silent encouragement.
This time, worry didn’t surge through her when Liam pulled
