Liam and I looked at Felix simultaneously as if we wanted to make sure what we heard was right.

"You're a policeman," said Liam.

Felix made a few steps toward us and nodded, handing me my phone.

"I am. What's the matter?" the man asked, looking at Liam.

Liam's eyes flicked over to me. He wanted me to say it. After all, I was the victim.

Victim.

Everything I went through, all the horrid things the word entailed, robbed me of courage for a short while. Then, I decided to be brave. If I was brave enough to seek help and open up to Sophia, I surely had it in me to expose Paul and his malice.

"I...I was attacked yesterday evening. The man tried to rape me, but a couple saw him, and he ran away. I was scared and didn't call the police, but I want to do it now."

Felix frowned. "Do you know the attacker?"

"He's my ex-boyfriend."

Liam hugged me tighter and whispered, "I'm proud of you, sweetheart."

I gave him a small smile and focused on the man who was looking at the screen of his phone before directing his attention back to us.

"Okay," said Felix. "Is there any physical evidence of what the man did?"

I nodded. "I have bruises."

"Right. Well, although it's late, I'm afraid we will have to go to the nearest police station. You need to press charges formally, Sky, so that my colleagues in Paris can act. If you have bruises, we need to document that as well. You will have to tell us everything you know about that individual and the attack. So, are you ready to do it?"

"Yes," I said.

Felix gave us a curt nod. "I'm going to call my wife, and then I'll drive you to the station. Luckily, it's not too far from here."

The man called Amelia. Then, Felix motioned for us to follow him to his car.

Liam and I sat in the back seat. He didn't let go of me, holding me and pressing kisses to my cheek and temple. Liam might have been afraid that I would break down, but I knew I wouldn't. Now, all I wanted was to tell everything Paul did so that I could finally be free of him.

When we arrived at the station, Felix greeted the guard and told us to wait in a room.

A short while later, a woman greeted us and asked Liam to leave.

Reluctantly, he did, leaving me alone with her.

The woman, Chloe, gave me a cup of steaming coffee and proceeded to ask me about Paul and his attempt at raping me.

I told her everything, even what happened in Marseille. I wasn't a fool; I knew they wouldn't be able to gather enough evidence to put Paul in jail for what he did more than a year ago, but if there were cameras in the university area, that, paired with the bruises, would hopefully be enough to put him behind bars.

Letting them take pictures of my skin was the hard part, but it had to be done. Everything lasted for a couple of hours.

Liam and Felix were chatting in the hallway when I exited the room, finally ready to go home.

I noticed that Liam's hand was bandaged. I hoped he didn't break it. Seeing him lose it was scary, and I hated being the reason why he did it.

A silent drive back later, we were next to the cabin. Felix assured me that they would look at my case immediately and notify me if there were any advances.

Liam took the key out of his pocket and let us into the house. For a short while, we just looked at each other. Then, we hung our coats by the door and went to the bedroom.

"Are you tired?" asked Liam.

I shook my head. "I had enough caffeine to stay awake for hours."

"Same here." He chuckled. "I want to know how it went, but I'd rather we talked about it later if you don't mind. I feel like it's enough for one day for both of us."

"I agree with you. So, what's the plan?"

"Well, we have this beautiful fireplace here, and the cabin is too damn cold. I'm gonna turn up the heating and light that fire. That's the first step."

I bit my lip. "And the second?"

Liam gave his head a little shake and smiled, looking at his feet. "Well, I...I guess I just want to be with you. After everything, having you near me would be the best thing ever."

"Okay. I'm gonna get changed while you're busy with the heating."

As soon as Liam nodded, I grabbed some fresh clothes and underwear and darted to the bathroom. I decided to take a quick shower.

As the warm water cascaded over my body, I pressed my back to the tiled wall and took a deep breath.

Then, despite being worried about Ellie and my drama, I smiled. I smiled because he said that he loved me.

Liam confessed his feelings to me, and I finally allowed myself to think about it.

I thought about it as I poured the body wash onto my palm, and I thought about it as I slid my soap-covered hand over my breasts, regretting that Liam wasn't the one to touch them.

Despite the craziness of the last twenty-four hours, one thing was clear— I wanted him in a crazy, primal kind of way where the instinct trumped logic and the body needed to get what it craved.

I craved Liam, I yearned for him, and I was ready.

Perhaps all I needed to do was say it, but here was the thing— I'd never done it. I'd never sought intimacy with a guy because my ex ruined that for me. Now, I knew I could feel things. I knew I would feel all of them. I just needed a sign from Liam, something to be sure he wanted me too.

After the shower, I blow-dried my hair and put on some lacy underwear and a silk robe on top of it.  When I was back in the bedroom, I saw Liam's hair was damp, too.

"You took a shower," I said the first thing that popped into my mind.

Liam smiled. "Yeah. In the other bedroom. There's a small bathroom there as well. And I hope what I've done is okay."

My eyes swept over the room. A thick curtain covered the window, and the fire was burning. Liam put pillows and blankets on the carpet in front of the fireplace.

I took a few steps toward him. "It's perfect. I love it."

"Sweetheart, I know it might look as if I'm trying to...fuck, I don't know...seduce you?"

"But?"

Liam chuckled, looking at his feet. "There's no but. I know we're both worried, and you'd spent hours at the police station, for fuck's sake, but Victor hasn't landed yet, and no news is good news, right? And I know I probably shouldn't right now, but I want you. But if you don't, that's fine. It's always up to you. Always, no matter what, okay?"

"I want you too," I whispered, looking into Liam's eyes, wanting him to see that I meant it.

'Then what are you doing standing so far from me?" he asked in that smooth, deep voice of his that gave me butterflies. They weren't butterflies now, but wild birds with enormous wings, beautiful and free. Free like me.

"Fuck this," said Liam, and then he was next to me, holding my face between his palms, fingers weaved into my hair and hazel-green eyes swirling with emotion, staring into mine.

"I'm going to kiss you," he whispered, his lips a hairsbreadth from mine.

My own lips parted on a small, ragged breath, or was it a whimper? I didn't care.

All I could think about was Liam's mouth on mine. His tongue probed and slipped between my lips. Liam kissed me as if he was starving. It was a greedy, open-mouthed kiss with his tongue stroking mine and one of his hands in my hair pressing me to him. The other hand of his traveled down my spine and landed on my backside, caressing it through the silk of the robe.

I curled my arms around Liam's neck and moaned into the kiss, trying to deepen it.

Liam untied the knot of the robe and pushed it down my shoulders. His lips stopped kissing me. He panted, pressing his forehead to mine. "I'm gonna take it slow for you. I want to show you how it should be. It won't be fucking with you, not now, at least. And even when we fuck, we'll make love. Okay?"

"Okay," I mumbled against his lips.

"Good girl," said Liam, his warm breath blanketing my flushed face.

"A good girl who's gonna be bad just for you tonight?"

Liam's eyes flared, then darkened as I edged forward and pressed my mouth to his again, burying my fingers in his hair and tugging at it slightly. Then, it was my turn to place wet kisses on his neck. I pulled Liam's shirt off, and there he was— tightly roped arms and chest rippling with muscles, and his warm skin adorned with several tattoos.

Liam shoved his sweats down his legs and stepped out of them.

"Come here," he whispered, lifting me off the floor and carrying me to the makeshift bed by the fireplace.

As Liam laid me down, I noticed him bite his lip at the sight of my bruises. I could've covered them, but he knew everything now, and I wanted to bare myself to him in every way- my body, mind, and soul.

"Kiss me," I uttered, placing my hand on Liam's bicep.

He hovered over me. Then, Liam kept his weight on his forearms and gently parted my legs with his knee, settling between them.

I felt his tongue on my neck, licking a path down. Then, his teeth, biting softly, and finally, his lips. Arching into him, I created more friction between our bodies. My soaked core touched his erection through the barrier of our underwear.

"Fuck," Liam moaned, sucking at the tender flesh lightly. "Again, baby."

I raised my hips to his. This time, I stroked a hand down his back and moved it to the front of his boxers, feeling the ridge of him through the fabric.

Liam tugged my bra down at exactly the same time I freed him from the confines of his tight underwear. He took my nipple in his mouth; I wrapped my hand around him. When he sucked on the sensitive bud, I touched him, moving my hand up and down.

The sounds Liam was making against my chest made me wetter than I already was. As if he read my mind, Liam unclasped my bra and took it off. My panties and Liam's boxers joined the rest of our clothes on the floor.

He kissed me again— mouth, neck, breasts, taking his time to savor my skin and play with me, teasing my nipples with his tongue, flicking it back and forth in sweet, delicious torture.

However, now that all the barriers between us were gone, every movement of my hips made our bodies touch in a way they never did before. And one look at Liam's face told me he wanted more.

I did, too.

Pressing a kiss to my mouth, Liam grabbed a foil packet from the floor next to him and opened it with his teeth.

"Do you want to put it on me, baby?"

I nodded, taking it from him, and rolled the condom down his length, ordering myself not to be stupid and ask Liam if it would fit.

"It will fit," said Liam, making me blush. "You want it; you are wet, it's all good. I wouldn't do anything if you weren't ready for me," he added, placing small kisses to the corner of my mouth. "Ready for me to fill you...to be inside you...to love you so fucking good, sweetheart. Do you trust me?"

I nodded, my eyes meeting Liam's as he positioned himself better and moved forward just a fraction, teasing my entrance. "Do you want it?" he asked, cupping my jaw, then moving his hand to my breast and running his fingertips over the sensitive peaks.

"Yes," I whimpered, lifting my hips off the blanket, making our bodies touch again.

We stilled against each other, both ready for our first time together. Tender as only he could be, Liam kissed my lips softly and brushed my damp hair off my face. Then, I felt him ease inside me, inch by inch, until he filled all of me.

His breath turned ragged; mine did, too. I moved slightly to get used to the new feeling, and Liam groaned, burying his face in the crook of my neck. "I need to love you now, sweetheart. I need to move, or I'll lose my mind. Are you with me, baby?"

I nodded, and Liam started to pump inside me slowly, watching me as I let out a small gasp, and my lips parted because what I felt was new and so good I struggled to believe it.

"Do you like it, baby? Do you like feeling me inside you?"

I nodded, capturing Liam's lips in a wet, hot kiss, wrapping my arms around him and then putting my palms on his broad back as he swiveled his hips, and I felt his muscles tense and move under my fingers.

"You feel so fucking good...so damn wet...so fucking beautiful. Still with me, baby? Tell me if you like it."

"I love it," I cried out when Liam's movements grew faster. He moved out of me only to slide into me again and again, leaving me a moaning, needy mess, the one who wrapped her legs around his hips and moved with him with wild abandon.

"That's my girl," Liam whispered. "Get it, baby. Feel me inside you. Feel all of me."

Liam went on moving and rotating his hips and giving me what I was desperate for. His fingers found my clit, and he rubbed it barely applying pressure, but very little was needed— shivers were already blazing up and down my spine, and the muscles of my core tightened.

I moaned, and Liam kissed my mouth, nibbling on my bottom lip.

"Open your eyes, sweetheart. I want to watch you come for me."

I did, and Liam moved faster, touched me faster, watching me shake and tremble and cry out when all the pent-up desire exploded, and I let go.

"Liam," I cried, fingers digging into his skin and my legs and arms holding him to me.

"Almost there with you, sweetheart, Li am panted against my lips he devoured a second later, moaning into my mouth as he thrust into me much harder and faster and came with my name on his lips.

"Fucking hell," Liam laughed, collapsing onto my chest. His breathing was way too fast, and his heart thrashed wildly in his ribcage.
"Fuck, I'm crashing you," he mumbled, rolling us over, him still inside me. "Now, it's better."

Liam kissed me and eased out of me. Then, he pressed his lips to my forehead and wrapped his arms around me. "I need to know how it was, baby. Did you enjoy it? I wasn't rough, was I?"

I lifted my head off Liam's chest and smiled, looking at him.

"You were perfect. It was perfect."

Then, my eyes soaked in the sight of the glowing embers, and I focused my gaze on Liam again — his lips I loved kissing, his sharp jaw, and the warm eyes filled with love for me.

"It was perfect, and it was my first— my true first."

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