104: The last time

**Warning! Sexual content!**

I had no idea which I felt more strongly- my grief for the loss of my friend or the sadness and heaviness I felt because I was about to lose two of the men I loved so deeply. And so that night I lay awake, sandwiched in between Liam and Xavier. My mind was plagued with all of the death that tomorrow would bring. I was told that the final few rounds of the games would be continuous and as such, take a total of two days or so to complete. It seemed so close and yet so agonisingly far away.
“Can’t sleep?” Liam whispered from beside me. I turned towards him and shook my head.
“Me neither… why don’t we go up to the attic? We can talk until we both feel too tired to keep our eyes open.”
I nodded in agreement, quite liking the idea, and then followed him as he slowly and quietly got up out of bed, careful not to wake the snoring Xavier up.
We made our way up the countless flights of stairs, and as we did, I couldn’t help but think back to the time we first made our way to the attic. Once we found the small door in the ceiling, Liam tugged at the rope, revealing the stairs to his private little sanctuary. It had been a while since I had found myself in this space and the moment I stepped foot into the room, I felt a sense of nostalgia rush over me. The smell of paint and damp canvas filled my nostrils and the sight of many new paintings surrounded me. One painting in particular caught my attention. It was a painting of me wrapped haphazardly in the dress I wore to the Vampire Council meeting. Aside from it covering a few inches of my body, I was naked on Liam’s couch. His painting of me looked so real I felt as though I could reach out towards it and touch at the paint resembling my skin and that I’d actually feel the soft touch of skin.
“This is beautiful…” I said in a whispered tone.
“It’s not my only painting of you,” I got a fright when his voice spoke, not expecting him to be as close to me as he was. I could now practically feel his cool breath against the lobe of my ear as he leaned out over me and reached for another painting of his. This one was a portrait of me smiling. Behind me was a field of dark red roses, some of which had gotten themselves lost in the strands of my hair and between my fingers. I was enveloped in a beautiful dress, one which closely resembled the one I’d been in on my eighteenth birthday.
“I asked Demetri to tell me a significant memory that he had of you and kinda painted it out.” He said before setting it down and grabbing another. This time the painting took me back to one of my older memories as Diana. I was dressed in an old-fashioned dress, the bottom of which I had ruffled up in my hands, preventing it from being drenched by the water which pooled at my feet. The background was filled with the deep greyish tones of the forest just outside of the city. I could practically smell the scent of bergamot.
“This was one of Sebastian’s.”
In just these two paintings I could tell how much Demetri and Sebastian loved me, but even more, I could feel how much Liam loved me. The carefulness of his strokes and even the depth of the colours that he used. Staring at these paintings, it almost seemed as though Liam wanted to visit these memories too. As if he wanted to capture the beauty of them himself, with his own eyes.
“Do you like them?” He asked as he whispered in my ear. I closed my eyes and bit my lip at the feeling of his breath against my ear. I nodded in response and then turned back towards him. He raised a brow and stared at me confused before asking, “What’s with that look on your face?”
I shrugged before moving closer towards him, close enough to feel his breath against my lips. His eyes landed on my lips, and they eyed them hungrily.
“Does my little pet want a treat?” He asked in a husky voice.
“It’s not ‘my little pet’ anymore. It’s ‘your majesty’.” I teased before giggling.
He chuckled before moving his lips to my neck. I shivered at the feeling of coolness against my skin. He placed a wet kiss against it before saying lowly, “My nickname’s already stuck… my little pet.”
I let out a whimper as he bit into my neck and then relaxed into his touch. The feeling of his fangs in my skin made me feel hot and bothered and at the same time drove my lust through the roof. I was now rubbing my thighs together in anticipation and a wetness had begun to soak the fabric of my underwear.
Liam moaned against my skin as he continued to trail wet kisses against the surface of my it. Eventually he pulled me closer towards him and lifted me up, placing his hands under my thighs. In the next moment he was pressing me up against the wall, letting my feet touch the floor again. His hands never left my thighs, instead they began to tug at my pants desperately, tearing through the fabric in the process. Once he had gotten them off of me, he gripped at my thigh with his hand and then pressed himself closer towards me. I could feel how hard he was as he pushed his hips into mine and I craved so desperately for the remainder of clothing between us to disappear so I could feel him directly on my skin. So, I pressed myself closer into the wall, creating enough space for my hands to slide between the space between us, and then I got to work, fiddling with the buckle on his pants. He chuckled down at me before saying, “It looks like my little pet is *really* eager for her treat!”
Once I got the belt off of his pants, he helped me by unbuttoning it and shrugging it down his thighs before latching himself back onto me. His lips made their way to mine, wasting no time in asking me for entrance, his tongue invaded my mouth. I moaned loudly into his mouth, and he pushed up closer towards me before losing his fingers in the rest of my clothing, not even caring if he ripped apart most of it. And as he undressed me, my fingers got to work, undressing him with as much force and desperation that he undressed me with. Once we were both naked, Liam let his hands roam my body hungrily, savouring the touch of my skin under his cool hands before he picked me up again, this time, he lowered me down onto the floor. I gazed up at him in excitement as he pinned my arms above my head and said, “Oh fuck, don’t you look delicious…”
Once it left his lips, he leaned into the crook of my neck before sinking his teeth into my flesh again. I let out a low moan as the feeling of euphoria raced through my veins. My thighs began to rub together again as I tried to overcome the overwhelming sense of pleasure practically suffocating me. But Liam didn’t seem to approve of my thigh rubbing, and soon his hands moved from pinning my arms above my head to grabbing at my thighs and spreading them apart. He then gave a wicked smirk before lowering himself down towards my hips. The feeling of his tongue as it swirled slowly against my clit was enough to have me throwing my head back and screaming his name.
“Now that’s a reaction I love,” he whispered before continuing to devour me with the strokes of his wet, slippery tongue. My eyes closed shut as I enjoyed how good Liam made me feel and the faster he moved his tongue, the closer I got to orgasming. But right before I could be thrown off the edge, Liam stopped, leaving me desperate and disappointed.
“Don’t stop…” I whined.
He chuckled in response and then licked at his lips before crawling back up towards me.
“Don’t tell me you want your treat without sharing,” he said softly before lowering himself between my hips.
I couldn’t respond because just as I was about to open my mouth, he entered me. But he wasn’t rough and forceful as I expected him to be. Instead, his movements were slow, gentle, deep and sensual.
“Look at me.” It was more of a gentle request than a demand and so I gazed up into his eyes. I was surprised by the sadness and longing in them and suddenly reached up to touch his face. He turned his head and kissed at my palm before wrapping his arms around my body and bringing me closer towards him. His eyes were still on mine and his thrusting never stopped. Instead, he picked up the pace slightly.
“I don’t want this to be the last time we make love Phoenix…” he whispered as he leaned in. I felt a tear of his fall against my cheek and couldn’t help but swallow at the lump in my throat.
“I-it won’t be,” I stuttered out, willing that sad look to leave his face.
He sighed and leaned down, pecking at my lips in a sweet, gentle kiss before saying, “You don’t know that… and if it is, then that’s fine. I don’t regret anything Phoenix. I don’t regret loving you… I love you.”
I whimpered before pulling him closer and resting my head against his, “Don’t say it like it’s the last time you’re going to say it…”
But instead of responding to me, Liam leaned in and placed his lips against mine, this time more desperately and lovingly than before. I could feel all of his sadness and all of his love in every movement of his, and as he continued thrusting the pleasure turned bittersweet. I didn’t want it to end and as we continued to make love through the night, I refused to let him go. I refused to believe that this would be the last time I’d get to feel this close to him.
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... And so we begin to near the last section of the novel, the battle between the nobles!
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