The CEO’s Masked Secret Wife

Hazel's POV

I rose from where we stood and Liam guided me toward the plush sofa. His strong arms encircled my waist, drawing me into a heated kiss that made my pulse race. His hands explored my curves with practiced skill, bunching my dress up around my hips. The fabric whispered against my skin as he positioned me on the cushions with gentle authority.

Liam dropped to his knees before me, those mesmerizing violet eyes burning with raw hunger. His tongue darted across his lips in anticipation as his palms glided up my thighs, fingertips finding the delicate lace barrier between us. Even through the thin material, his touch sent electricity coursing through my veins. This was how it always happened with him - one caress and the entire world dissolved, leaving only this magnetic pull between our bodies.

His mouth traced a path of fire along my inner thighs, one hand maintaining its torturous rhythm while his lips moved higher. When he reached that sensitive junction, his teeth grazed my skin before his tongue soothed the spot. Both hands gripped my thighs now, spreading me wide as his mouth found me through the gossamer fabric.

"Always so ready for me, angel," Liam murmured against my core, his voice thick with appreciation.

Each stroke of his fingers sent waves of heat radiating outward, my body responding with embarrassing eagerness. Liam hooked the lace aside and his mouth claimed me directly, his tongue circling that bundle of nerves until I was writhing beneath him. My voice escaped in breathless gasps as I moved against his skillful mouth, my fingers tangling in his dark hair.

He hadn't even fully undressed me when the first climax crashed over me, my legs trembling as they locked around his shoulders. The sounds I made would have mortified me with anyone else, but Liam only encouraged my abandon.

His mouth never left me, tongue delving deeper to taste every drop of my release. He continued his sweet torture until I was burning with need all over again, my hips moving restlessly against his face.

"Liam, I need you inside me now," I pleaded shamelessly, beyond caring how desperate I sounded.

"Is that what my angel wants?" His eyes glittered with dark promise as I nodded frantically. "Then that's exactly what you'll receive."

His hands worked quickly at his belt, freeing himself in one fluid motion. He was magnificently hard, and rather than removing my ruined panties, he simply held them aside. The blunt head of him pressed against my entrance for one torturous moment before he surged forward, filling me completely in one powerful thrust that tore a cry from my throat.

Liam set a punishing rhythm immediately, each stroke driving deeper as my pleas for more grew louder and more incoherent. Suddenly his hands caught my legs, pushing them up and back until I was completely open to him. His palms braced against my thighs as he drove into me with renewed force and speed, the angle allowing him to reach places that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

My second orgasm built quickly under this delicious assault, my inner walls clenching around him rhythmically.

"God, the way you grip me," he groaned through gritted teeth, his own control fraying. "So tight and perfect."

In one swift movement he flipped me over, positioning me on hands and knees. The sound of tearing lace filled the air as he destroyed what remained of my underwear, his hands gripping my hips as he entered me again from behind. This angle was even more intense, allowing him to set a pace that was beautifully ruthless.

One hand remained anchored on my hip while the other found that sensitive bundle of nerves, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and I buried my face in the cushions to muffle my cries as another climax tore through me with devastating force.

Liam's rhythm faltered as his own release approached, and with a final deep thrust he buried himself completely, his teeth finding my shoulder as he filled me with liquid heat. His muffled groan vibrated against my skin as we both struggled to catch our breath.

Still joined, he pulled me back against his chest as he settled onto the floor, his arms wrapping around me protectively. His mouth found the spot where his teeth had marked me, pressing gentle kisses there.

"Forgive me, angel. I lost myself and marked you harder than I intended," Liam said softly, genuine regret in his voice as he examined the evidence of his passion.

"Don't apologize for that," I replied with a satisfied smile, feeling his quiet laughter rumble through his chest. "I love when you lose control with me."

"My beautiful girl enjoys when I'm rough with her?" he asked with amusement as I shifted teasingly in his lap. "You're going to be the death of me, woman."

"I love everything you do to me," I whispered, turning to face him and sinking down onto his already hardening length. My lips found his as desire sparked between us once more, ready to lose ourselves in each other all over again.