Liam POV
Watching cartoons with Haylie was perfect, even though I wasn't the type of guy to sit down and watch cartoons regularly. "This cartoon is funny as hell," Ace, my wolf, commented in my head, his voice tinged with amusement.
I rolled my eyes mentally. Apparently, my wolf was using my eyes to watch the show, and it seemed like he was enjoying it just as much as Haylie. But honestly, my attention wasn't on the cartoon for long—it was on Haylie.
Her body was pressed against mine, her warmth seeping through to me as she rested on my chest, watching the screen intently. Her steady breathing was soothing, a quiet rhythm that grounded me.
And her scent—fresh, like daisies—was intoxicating. Unable to help myself, I slid my fingers gently through her hair. It was soft, silky, and every touch seemed to make her snuggle closer.
Gently, I stroked Haylie's hair again, letting the tips of my fingers brush through the strands. Leaning forward, I pressed a soft kiss to her temple, unable to resist the gesture.
Turning my attention back to the cartoon, I tried to immerse myself in it. Surprisingly, it was funny in a way that even I could appreciate.
No wonder Haylie loved it—it had a charm that was hard to ignore.
As I chuckled at a particularly ridiculous scene, Haylie shifted slightly, lifting her head to look up at me. Her emerald-green eyes sparkled with curiosity and warmth as she asked, "Do you like the cartoon?"
My heart tugged at the sight of her. She was breathtaking, her innocence and sincerity pulling at something deep inside me.
Reaching up, I brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering on her soft skin.
"I'd watch anything with you," I replied softly, my voice filled with more meaning than I intended.
Her gaze held mine, and I couldn't help myself. Slowly, I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers in the lightest touch. The world seemed to still as I closed the distance, kissing her deeply.
At first, our kiss was soft, tentative, but the spark between us ignited, and passion simmered beneath the surface.
My arms tightened around her, holding her closer as I lost myself in her, the cartoon in the background forgotten entirely. This moment, here and now, was all that mattered.
Our kiss deepens, and I can feel the softness of her lips against mine. The warmth of her mouth envelops me, and I taste the sweet essence of honey on her tongue.
Lost in the moment, I gently glide my body up hers, careful not to apply too much pressure. As our lips part, a wave of heat rushes through my entire being. I embark on a journey, tracing kisses along her jawline, savoring the velvety texture of her skin.
The sound of Haylie's tender moan reaches my ears, heightening the intensity of the moment.
Guided by an instinctual force, my hand ventures on its own, finding its way to her breasts. Through the fabric of her shirt, I can sense the firmness beneath my touch, as I gently squeeze them in my palm.
I hear Haylie's deep breaths, heavy with anticipation, as I press my lips against her soft, warm neck.
As I gently lift her shirt, the sight of her bare stomach is revealed, inviting my kisses. Each touch against her skin sends a tingle of pleasure through my fingertips. Moving down, I plant tender kisses along her stomach, savoring the taste of her smooth flesh.
My eyes flicker up to meet Haylie's nervous gaze, her parted lips releasing a soft whisper of my name, carried on her warm breath.
I shift my body upwards, our eyes locking, and I sense a hint of uncertainty and fear in her eyes. "Haylie, what's wrong?" I inquire, my voice filled with concern. Her gaze averts, and she nervously tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, her lips moistened by a flick of her tongue.
"I've never done anything like this before," she confesses, vulnerability lacing her voice.
The air between us crackled with intensity, a mix of nervous tension and undeniable attraction.
I could feel the heat rise in my face, my body reacting in ways I couldn't ignore. Haylie's wide, nervous eyes met mine as she spoke softly, her voice trembling.
"I want to," she admitted, her words almost a whisper. "I am just scared"
Her honesty struck me, and I reached out instinctively, brushing my fingertips against her cheek. The soft, tentative contact made her close her eyes, her breath hitching slightly. She leaned into the touch, her vulnerability clear.
"Have you done... anything before?" I asked gently, though I knew the answer. My wolf, Ace, was practically losing his mind in the background of my thoughts, wagging his metaphorical tail in anticipation.
Haylie opened her eyes, her lips parting nervously before she licked them—a small, subconscious act that only made her innocence more apparent. "No. I've never done anything. Not even touched myself," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "I've seen it in movies... but that's all."
Her words hung in the air, and I let them sink in.
This was uncharted territory, not just for her but for me as well. I'd never been with someone so untouched, so completely innocent.
My heart pounded as I weighed the responsibility of the moment. Haylie deserved to feel safe, respected, and cared for.
Swallowing hard, I made up my mind. I wasn't going to rush her, no matter how much my body begged otherwise. She deserved better than that.
She deserved control. I leaned in close, our faces just inches apart, and murmured against her lips, "Let me take care of you. I'll go slow, and if you want me to stop, just say the word."
Her breathing quickened as her eyes searched mine, looking for reassurance. After a long moment, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Okay."
Her trust in me was both exhilarating and humbling.
My pulse raced as I fought to steady myself, inhaling deeply to ground the storm of emotions and desire swirling within me.
I leaned in once more, capturing her lips in a soft kiss, tender and deliberate. Her lips trembled beneath mine, and I could feel the nervous energy radiating from her.
I wanted her to feel safe with me, to trust me completely. As our kiss deepened, I let my tongue lightly explore her mouth, savoring the warmth and sweetness of her taste. Her body began to relax, her initial nervousness easing under the rhythm of our kiss.
Slowly, she leaned into me, her movements more natural, surer.
I let my lips trail from her mouth to her jawline, then down to her neck—just where my wolf's mark had once been.
Her soft, breathy moans filled the quiet space between us, and I felt her hands grasp the hem of my shirt tentatively, as though unsure of what to do next. I paused, lifting my gaze to meet hers. Her wide eyes glimmered with trust and hesitation, and with a small nod, I peeled my shirt off and let it fall to the side.
Her gaze lingered on my chest for a moment before our eyes locked again. I leaned in, capturing her lips with mine, but this time the kiss was deeper, more passionate.
I gently tugged at her lower lip, eliciting a quiet gasp from her, and the sound sent a jolt of warmth through me.
The desire in me was building, hot and insistent, but I reminded myself to take it slow—for her.
She deserved patience, not recklessness. My lips found their way back to her jawline, trailing soft kisses that made her shiver under my touch. Slowly, I slid my hands to the hem of her shirt, pausing to meet her gaze again.
Her lips parted nervously as she licked them, the gesture making my heart race even faster. "Is this, okay?" I asked softly, my voice low but steady. She hesitated for a beat before nodding, her breath shaky.
With care, I lifted her shirt, revealing her bare shoulders and the delicate, silk-white bra that covered her chest.
The sight of her like this, vulnerable and beautiful, made my breath catch. I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling a nervousness of my own.
"You're incredible," I murmured, my voice sincere. Her cheeks flushed, and she gave a small, bashful smile that only made her more captivating.
I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face as I leaned closer again. "If you feel unsure at any point, just tell me. I'll stop."
She nodded, her trust in me shining through despite the nervousness still lingering in her eyes. It was a moment of pure connection, and I knew I had to handle it with care—for both of us.
My body trembled with anticipation; every nerve alive with the reality of this moment.
Seeing Haylie like this—vulnerable, flawless, and so purely innocent—was overwhelming. She was stunning, her trust in me humbling.
I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the curve of her neck, letting my lips linger as I trailed gentle kisses downward. Each kiss drew a quiet, nervous moan from her, her body reacting instinctively to my touch.
Her skin was warm and impossibly soft, like the smoothness of delicate silk.
My lips brushed over her bare shoulder, savoring the faint shiver that rippled through her. Her skin felt untouched, as if the world itself had never dared to harm or tarnish her. She was perfect, and I wanted to show her how much I respected and cherished her.
Carefully, I let my hand glide over the curve of her chest, resting lightly over her breast, mindful of her comfort.
She didn't pull away, and her breathing quickened, a sign that she was beginning to trust me even in her nervousness. My kisses trailed lower, pressing softly against the bare skin of her stomach.
She was flawless here too, her skin smooth and unblemished, with a slight dip at her navel that made me pause to marvel.
I decided to leave her bra untouched—it wasn't about taking everything at once. I wanted her to feel completely at ease, and her comfort mattered more to me than anything else.
I pressed a few more kisses to her stomach, slow and deliberate, before reaching the waistband of her jeans. Here, I paused, lifting my gaze to hers. Our eyes met, and I searched her face for any hesitation, any sign of doubt.
Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with unsteady breaths.
She was nervous, but there was something else there too—an unspoken trust, a willingness to let me lead. I gave her a soft smile, hoping to reassure her.
"Is this okay?" I asked gently, my voice barely above a whisper.
Her eyes locked on mine, and after a moment, she nodded, her confidence growing. "Yes," she said softly, her voice shaky but sure.
I stayed where I was for a moment, grounding myself in the connection we were building. This wasn't just about desire—it was about her trust, her comfort, and making this experience something she could cherish without regret.
I took a deep breath, steadying myself as the intensity of the moment washed over me.
My heart was pounding, my ears burning with the fire of desire, but I reminded myself to take it slow. My hands, though slightly unsteady, moved with care as I undid the button of her jeans, the soft sound of the zipper breaking the silence between us.
Gently, I slid the denim down her legs, taking her socks and sneakers with it.
There she was, lying on the sofa in nothing but her silk panties and her delicate bra. The sight of her like this took my breath away.
She was breathtaking—so vulnerable yet radiant in her purity.
My chest tightened with both awe and responsibility. When our eyes met, her emerald gaze was alive with a mix of nerves and a spark of something deeper—curiosity, trust, and the beginnings of surrender.
Her lips parted slightly, and she licked them in that nervous habit of hers, making my pulse quicken.
I knew I needed to take my time. She deserved that. Slowly, I knelt before her, taking her ankle in my hand and bringing it to my lips. I pressed soft kisses along her skin, taking my time with each delicate inch.
Her breathing hitched as I moved upward, my lips tracing the smooth curve of her calf and then the gentle slope of her knee.
As I kissed higher, following the length of her leg, her body began to respond in subtle ways.
I could feel her muscles relax under my touch, the tension slowly leaving her frame. Her thighs shifted, her legs parting ever so slightly—a sign that she was beginning to trust me completely, her nerves giving way to something softer, more open.
When I reached the tender skin of her inner thighs, I paused to meet her gaze again, ensuring she was still comfortable. Her breathing was shallow, her chest rising and falling in time with her nervous excitement. I could see the flush spreading across her cheeks, the spark in her eyes now brighter than ever.
"You're incredible," I whispered against her skin, my voice filled with sincerity. Her lips quirked into the faintest of smiles, and I pressed another soft kiss to the inside of her thigh, taking care to make her feel cherished with every touch.
Haylie Pov
My heart pounded wildly in my chest, every beat echoing in my ears. I parted my lips, struggling to steady my breath as the moment unfolded. Was this truly happening? A part of me wanted to pull back, to shy away, but another part—the part that trusted Liam—kept me still.
This was uncharted territory for me.
I had never been so vulnerable with anyone before, never revealed this side of myself. A thousand insecurities swirled in my mind. What if I wasn't enough? What if he didn't like what he saw? What if…?
But Liam's gaze never left mine, his eyes filled with something I couldn't quite name.
Reassurance? Admiration? Whatever it was, it grounded me, even as my nerves burned hot under my skin.
My legs trembled, slightly apart, leaving me exposed in a way that felt both terrifying and strangely freeing. I felt warmth flood my cheeks, my body alight with nervous anticipation. His hand moved slowly, his fingers tracing along my skin like he was afraid to break me.
A soft gasp escaped my lips as I felt his touch, gentle yet electrifying. My instinct was to look away, to hide the embarrassment bubbling within me, but the tenderness in his expression kept me anchored.
"You're incredible," Liam whispered, his voice low and full of warmth.
I swallowed hard, my nerves clashing with the fluttering in my chest. "Liam…" I murmured, my voice barely audible.
He paused, his touch lingering but never pushing. His patience and care spoke volumes, easing the tension that had gripped me moments ago.
"We can stop anytime," he said softly, his tone steady and reassuring. "This isn't about rushing—just about being with you."
His words melted away my fears, leaving only the overwhelming comfort of his presence. I nodded slightly, letting out a shaky breath as I say "I don't want you to stop"
For the first time, I closed my eyes—not out of embarrassment, but to let myself truly feel the moment, raw and unfiltered. A wave of unfamiliar sensation washed over me, and I felt my breath hitch as something shifted inside me.
My eyes fluttered open, meeting Liam's as he remained steady and patient, his presence grounding me in this whirlwind of new emotions.
His touch was careful, deliberate, yet filled with a tenderness that made me feel safe despite my vulnerability. "You're so tight, Hayl's," he murmured, his voice soft yet weighted with emotion.
His words sent a warmth spreading through my chest, steadying the nerves that had threatened to overwhelm me moments ago.
Every small motion I felt his finger moving in and out of me. My lips parted as my body responded instinctively, an unfamiliar yet undeniable pull to the closeness we were sharing.
A shiver coursed through me, my hands gripping the fabric of the sofa beneath me as if it could anchor me through the tidal wave of emotions. Was this love? Or something more—a connection deeper than I'd ever known?
A soft sound escaped my lips, unbidden and raw, as I felt the warmth of his touch.
My body betrayed the vulnerability I tried to shield, reacting instinctively to sensations that were as foreign as they were overwhelming. Then, something new—a warmth enveloping
me, delicate yet deliberate. I could feel his mouth over my folds and how he was licking me and sucking on me.
I gasped, my lips parting as my eyes fluttered shut. The unfamiliarity of the moment made my heart race, but the gentleness in his touch reassured me.
Liam's movements were deliberate, as though every motion of him make my body to re act in ways I never thought could exist.
The intensity of the sensations was almost too much to bear, my body responding in ways I couldn't control.
I reached for the pillow beside me, clutching it tightly, as if it could anchor me against the tide of unfamiliar emotions crashing over me.
A tension built within me, unfamiliar yet undeniable, pulling me deeper into this intoxicating moment.
His mouth felt so warm and I could feel every inch of his fingers slipping in and out of me. He was at an vulnerable place of my body.
My breathing quickened, my head tilting back as a shiver coursed through me. His presence was steady, grounding me even as my senses spiraled.
Something was happening to my body, a new feeling I could not escape. I felt him sucking harder on my clit, his fingers thrusting deeper inside me. A rush flowed through me, and I clenched the pillow, softly moaning Liam's name.
Why did this feel so good, like a drug? My back arched as waves of ecstasy washed over me, lifting me higher than I'd ever been. For the first time, I heard my own moans, a sound both foreign and exhilarating.
I never knew this side of myself existed—growling and moaning as pleasure surged through me.
My whole body began to shake from the chemistry released within. As I reach my climax a feeling what was so overwhelming and good.
I let go of the pillow, sensing Liam withdraw his touch, leaving sensitive down there and wet and then I felt his presence as he lay down beside me on the sofa.
I turned to face him, my breathing was still un ease as I try to put a faint smile crossing my lips, still tinged with the shock of what had just unfolded.