Chapter 213: Obsessed

The others didn’t leave the room.

But when Liam’s eyes found Renee, the rest of the morning seemed to fall back a step.

She stood closest to him, silk robe loose at the shoulders, calm in the way only she ever managed to be.

The others remained present jessica near the dresser, Vanessa by the window, Veronica by the chair, Cole still by the door but none of them interrupted as Renee closed the last of the space between them.

She didn’t speak. ℴ

She simply lifted her hands to his face and kissed him.

It was slower than the heat in the room suggested. Deeper. The kind of kiss that carried history instead of urgency.

Liam’s hands settled at her waist, then slid under the open edge of her robe, finding warm bare skin.

Renee made a soft sound against his mouth and pressed closer, the silk slipping further down her arms until it caught at her elbows and then fell away completely, leaving her naked against him.

Behind them, the others watched in silence.

Liam walked her backward toward the bed.

Renee went willingly, sitting when the backs of her knees hit the mattress, then lying back against the sheets as he followed her down.

Morning light cut across her body full breasts, soft stomach, the familiar curves he had claimed first and never stopped returning to.

She looked up at him without shyness. Without performance. Just steady, open want.

"You’re still leaving after this," she said quietly.

"Yes."

"Then don’t rush it."

He braced over her and kissed her again, slower this time, while his hand traced from her collarbone down between her breasts and over her stomach.

Renee’s breath deepened under the touch. When his fingers slid between her thighs, she was already warm and slick.

He touched her without hurry circling her clit with his thumb, stroking through her folds, learning again the exact pace that made her hips shift against his hand.

She held his gaze while he did it.

When he finally pushed two fingers inside her, her lips parted on a soft, controlled exhale. She was tight and hot around him.

He worked her steadily, curling his fingers, thumb brushing her clit in slow circles, until her thighs tensed and her hand came up to grip his forearm. Not to stop him. To anchor herself.

"Liam..."

He kissed down her throat, over the curve of one breast, and closed his mouth around her nipple.

Renee arched, fingers sliding into his hair as he sucked hard, then bit gently, then soothed with his tongue while his fingers kept their rhythm between her legs.

The sounds she made stayed quiet, but they deepened low, open, honest. When he switched to the other breast and added a third finger, her hips lifted off the bed to meet him.

He took his time.

He fingered her until her breathing turned uneven and her thighs began to tremble, then slowed just enough to keep her on the edge.

Renee’s grip in his hair tightened. A soft, frustrated sound left her throat. Only then did he rub her clit properly firm, relentless circles and watch her break.

She came with her forehead pressed to his, breath shattering, body tightening around his fingers in strong, slow pulses.

Wetness slicked his hand. He worked her through it until she softened again, twitching with aftershocks, then withdrew his fingers and brought them to her mouth.

Renee held his eyes and cleaned them without being asked.

Behind them, someone shifted. Fabric whispered. No one interrupted.

Liam settled fully between her thighs. He didn’t activate anything.

He didn’t rush. He rubbed the head of his cock through her soaked folds, coating himself, then pushed into her in one long, steady stroke and held there while she adjusted around him.

Renee’s eyes fluttered. Her legs hooked over his hips. For a moment they simply stayed like that joined, breathing, the rest of the room held at a distance by the intensity of the contact.

She was tight and molten around him, still pulsing faintly from her orgasm.Then he started to move.

Deep. Unhurried. The kind of pace that left no room for anything except the feel of her. Every stroke dragged almost all the way out before sliding back to the hilt.

Renee met him with equal patience, hands sliding over his back, mouth open against his shoulder. The wet sound of their bodies filled the quiet morning.

Jessica shifted somewhere near the dresser. Vanessa’s breath caught once. Veronica’s fingers tightened against her own arm.

Cole remained still by the door, watching with dark, unreadable eyes.

Liam kissed Renee while he fucked her slow and deep, then harder when her nails dug into his skin, then slow again when she trembled under him.

He braced on one forearm and used his other hand to cup her breast, pinching the nipple, rolling it between his fingers until she moaned into his mouth.

Her second orgasm built without force, gathering in the tightening of her thighs and the broken edge of her breathing.

"Come for me," he murmured against her lips.

She did.

A muffled cry against his mouth, cunt clenching around him in waves, body shaking as the pleasure rolled through her.

He fucked her through it without stopping, dragging the orgasm out until she was gasping and oversensitive beneath him. Only then did he let his own control slip.

His pace sharpened. His grip on her hip tightened.

A few deep, heavy thrusts later he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her

while she held him through it, forehead pressed to his, both of them breathing hard in the small space between their faces.

For a long moment neither of them moved.

Renee’s fingers traced lazily along his spine. Cum leaked from her as he softened slightly inside her.

Outside the focus of the bed, the other four women remained in the room watching, waiting, the air still charged with everything that had not yet happened.

The morning light had shifted slightly across the sheets. The bag by the door still sat packed and ignored.

Liam eased out of her carefully. Renee made a soft sound at the loss, then caught his wrist before he could fully pull away.

Her eyes were darker than before. Calmer. Satisfied in a way that still held hunger underneath.

"They’re still here," she murmured.

"I know."

Her thumb brushed once over his pulse. The foundation she had always been. First to accept him. First to hold the center of the house. First again this morning.

"Then don’t make them wait the way you made me wait the first time."

Behind them, Jessica pushed off the dresser. The black slip shifted against her thighs. Vanessa’s fingers tightened in the sheer fabric of her nightgown.

Veronica uncrossed her arms. Cole’s gaze remained fixed on the bed, dark and already less distant than it had been at the door.

The morning was far from over.But Renee had been first.The way she always was.