Captivated
Chapter 32 (final chapter)
AU - TRR Liam x MC (Riley Taylor)
A/N - Set after the Tariq scandal is cleared. Liam ends his engagement to Madeleine and proposes to MC as per the original story, but Riley turns him down. This AU follows their life from then on.
NSFW
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The car journey back to the palace was silent, Bastien didn't dare to even glance at the king in rear view mirror. As soon as they pulled up outside the front doors Liam exited the car and walked off towards the gardens without saying a word. Now he had done his job and safely delivered the king back to the palace, Bastien returned to his office in the basement, silently cursing love and everything it stands for.
Liam crosses the perfectly manicured palace lawns and enters the hedge maze. Slowly he makes his way to the centre where he sits on the swing hanging from the lone tree that stands in the middle. He lowers his head into his hands and finally allows himself to break down. Bitterness and bile rise up into his mouth as he sobs, he realises he has no reason to swallow it down anymore. His sunshine, the one who lit him from the inside is gone, where once he used to feel a frisson of love if his thoughts even turned her way for a moment, he now feels desolate. The image of her face that once conjured his smile no matter where he was or what he was doing, now causes a pain in his chest so great he wonders how his heart is still even beating without her. He would have given her whatever she asked of him, he would have done anything for her. Now his world has become blacker than it ever was before, darker for her absence. Loneliness cripples his every thought and as those thoughts of her enslave him, his lungs struggle for breath against ribs that feel like they’re made of stone. His father had told him his heart was too soft, Liam had vehemently disagreed and argued that she made him strong and vibrant, as tears drip from his stubbled chin he shakes his head at the memory, what a fool he was for not listening, for now his heart is broken beyond repair.
He sits there for a long time pressing the base of his thumbs into his eyes to stop the tears flowing. Eventually he rises and makes his way to his quarters. He enters the door and crosses into the sitting room, Maxwell and Drake are already there waiting for him. One look at his red rimmed eyes and the despair etched on his face tells them the news that they have been waiting for.
“Shit.” Is all Drake manages to say. The three of them collapse down onto the plush grey couch in silence, staring at the ceiling, no one knowing what to say, all drowning in their own separate heartache.
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Bastien’s lips curl up as he listens to the gate guard speak on the radio. “I’m on my way” is all he says in response. He rises from his desk and slings his discarded suit jacket back over his shoulders pushing his arms into the sleeves. He grabs the keys for a crown vehicle from the lock box on the wall, not noticing or caring what one he’s randomly chosen and makes his way to the garage. He drives slowly down the long driveway and pulls to a stop at the gate house, rolling the window down he calls out to the unexpected guest waiting for him. “Get in.” Is all he tells them. Silently they drive back up to the front doors of the palace where he pulls up and exits the vehicle, abandoning it at the front steps. Together they make their way up to the King’s quarters. Bastien knocks firmly on the door and awaits a command.
All three men ignore the hard firm knock on the front door. A few seconds later another firm knock sounds, finally Liam sighs and reluctantly peels himself up off the couch to go and open it, ready to tell the unwelcome guest to go to hell. He swings the door open and finds those sapphire blue eyes that he never thought he’d see again staring at him. He blinks his own eyes hoping his raw grief hasn't conjured up a mirage.
“Hey.” she says nervously.
“Riley!” Is all he can manage to say before she rushes into his arms, pressing herself against his strong firm chest.
“I couldn't do it Liam, I couldn't leave you.” She sobs into his chest.
“Oh my god I thought I’d never see you again.” He says into her hair, holding her tightly against him.
“I don't want to be apart from you, I love you, please forgive me.” She cries, her words muffled against him.
“Of course I forgive you. But does this mean you're here to stay.” He takes hold of her face in both hands and looks deep into her eyes. “Because life without you is meaningless, my heart couldn't take this again Riley, I need to know that you're back for good this time.”
Instead of answering, Riley reaches for him, putting her small, warm hands on the back of his neck. The aching anticipation for his kiss is suddenly too much and she pulls herself up on tip toes and pulls his mouth down to hers. He kisses her gently, carefully, his lips caressing hers. He kisses her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, then traces the line of her cheek with his fingertip, a dreamlike intensity in his gaze as he stares into her eyes. Finally he moves to kiss her lips once again, first lightly, then more urgently, sliding his tongue into her mouth as the intensity increases. Her hips tilt against his, her breasts press against his chest, her whole body sending a message that’s undeniable. He pulls her hard against him, thinking that he'd never get her close enough, that he'd keep her warm, he'd keep her safe, he'd keep her with him, always.
As their kiss heats up they stumble blindly into the sitting room, Maxwell and Drake jump up from the couch in surprise.
“Taylor.” Drake gasps. “You’re back.”
“Oh my God Little Blossom, you scared us half to death leaving like that.” Maxwell exclaims.
Neither Liam or Riley break their kiss, neither wanting to let the other one go.
“Umm guys we are still here.” Maxwell cautiously states, hoping one of them will hear him above their racing heartbeats.
With their lips locked Liam leads Riley blindly backwards towards his room, his hands tangled in her hair. He gropes behind him for the door handle and as it opens they stumble through, Liam kicks it closed with his foot.
“Fuck.” Drake announces, wide eyed. “What the hell just happened?” He asks Maxwell.
“Um I think she’s back, and I think we had better leave.” Maxwell responds. “Before we hear things we can never un-hear.”
Alone in Liam’s bedroom they stand halfway between the bed and the door. Liam finally breaks their kiss and smooths his hands down the length of her hair as he gazes into her eyes, his expression is tender and full of longing. “Are you sure?” He whispers into her ear. He can feel her nodding her head against him in reply.
“I’ve never been more sure.” She responds.
His fingers trail down her cheek to her lips, outlining the shape of her mouth. He bends down, lowering his lips against her cheek, brushing it lightly. Shivers run through her whole body, making her tremble. He brushes his mouth against the hollow of her temple then traces the line of her jawbone.
“You’re shaking,” Liam says against her lips. “I’m here, it’s me.” He whispers. “You don’t have to be afraid.”
She shudders as he kisses along her jawline to her ear, nipping at her earlobe. Over the pulse point in her neck he presses a long, languid kiss. The heat from his mouth sears her all the way down her spine. His kisses are neither tentative nor hurried. As he kisses her, her muscles slacken, her skin flushes with heat and her worry fades. For the first time in weeks, she feels human. Riley aches for him, it has been so long since she’s been touched intimately. So long since she’s wanted to be.
“It’s ok. I’m ok.” She assures him. She feels as if she can’t get close enough to him, she strains against his body, against the press of his broad chest, the solid muscles rippling beneath his shirt. With his tongue dancing in her mouth he walks her slowly to his bed and as their knees knock against it they both gently fall onto it. As he kisses her his fingers gently touch her jaw and slither down, softly tracing the contours of her neck until he reaches the top of her tank top. Riley’s eyes close as she drowns in the pleasure of his touch. He pulls his mouth away and his thumb sweeps gingerly across her bottom lip. Her lips part, catching his thumb in her mouth, she sucks on it. A soft moan comes from his throat, making the yearning burn deeper in her body. Her eyes flutter open to see him staring down at her. For a brief time they stay like that, lost in everything they’ve left unsaid.
“We don't have to do anything if you don't feel comfortable.” Liam tells her gently as thoughts of kissing his way up her from her leg to her beautiful mouth invaded his mind. “You being here with me is enough, I don't want to rush you.”
Every inch of Riley’s skin prickles with craving. “There’s nothing in the world I want more.” She tells him looking deep into his eyes. “I’m ready. I want to.”
He looks at her right in the eyes and slowly slides both hands across her shoulders, slipping them underneath the straps of her top – then pulling them down gently, making her gasp. Every touch feels like fire, she kisses him again and the taste of his lips spurs a divine hunger, a craving that’s an insatiable endless need for him. She can’t believe she ever thought she could survive without him.
His kisses are tender as he slides his lips down her neck, flutters them onto her chest and clamps them onto her nipples, which he takes in his mouth one by one, teasing them with his teeth. Then with his tongue still swirling around her left nipple, he looks up at her with a questioning glint in his eye. Her soft moan provides his answer and he grips the bottom of her top and slides it up carefully over her head, tossing it on his bedroom floor. His mouth finds her nipple again using his hands to push more of her breast into his mouth. Riley groans, bucking her hips and clutching handfuls of his thick blonde hair as he devours the delicate skin, darting his tongue over the bud.
He reaches down and unzips her jeans, keeping eye contact the whole while, his eyes questioning her once again, she nods before he pulls them down over her legs. He takes off his shirt and Riley feels another wave of desire as she stares at his tanned, muscular chest, hard above his bulging jeans. She’s nearly naked before him and his mind’s a blur, captivated by her beauty. He swirls his fingertips across her erect nipples. A soft moan escapes her lips. She trembles with excitement and bites her lip as his warm breath touches that spot on her neck. He stops kissing her and stares deep into her eyes, his breathing fast and ragged. Then, he's leaning over her, moving the material of her lace panties aside, with expert fingers he dips into her, stroking her clit with a firm thumb while his fingers seem to fill every inch of her. He presses his lips onto hers with a savage hunger. Riley feels dizzy with her need for him, his free hand locks onto the back of her head as she pulls him by his belt loops closer to her. Every bit of him is hard and strong against her as she struggles to get even closer to him.
Liam fights hard to restrain himself, he’s still dressed from the waist down while Riley’s naked, ready and waiting, he can feel his own throbbing need straining against the crotch of his jeans. His mouth works its way down her neck, shoulders, chest and stomach until eventually his tongue flickers inside her, stroking, kissing and licking while his hands grip her legs and she writhes underneath him, gasping in pleasure. Riley clutches hard fistfuls of his hair, arching her back against his bedsheets, pressing her hips up to meet his mouth. She whimpers his name as his tongue slithers back and forth over her throbbing clit. As his fingers push up inside her, she gives up trying to find words and throws her head back as the orgasm explodes inside her, tearing primal sounds from her throat. Pleasure arcs over her body like forks of lightning. He sucks her clit again, eating up the sounds of pleasure and wetness she makes as she rides her climax.
Liam kisses his way back up her sweat moistened body to her lips. Riley pushes on his shoulders so Liam lays flat on his back, she moves on top of him and buries her face in the crook of his neck, leaving wet opened mouth kisses on his hot skin. She can’t taste enough of his skin, dragging the flat of her tongue along the side of his neck and down his hard pecks as her fingertips trace the line of his abs, unbuttoning and unzipping his fly, pushing his jeans and boxers down his legs, releasing his hard length. Her tongue flicks at the tip teasingly, and then along the underside. Liam’s body arches up, his groans encouraging her. She takes the full length of him into her mouth, and begins to suck and swirl her tongue against him. “Riley stop, I’m gonna come baby if you don’t.” He tells her, she looks up at him with a glint in her eyes, hollowing her cheeks she pulls him deeper into her throat. ‘Fuck.’ he exclaims winding his fingers into her hair. He comes quickly, moaning quietly, spilling into her mouth in torrents. She swallows what he gives her greedily. When he’s finished, she crawls up his body, straddling him and kissing him with an intense passion.
For what feels like forever they writhe and kiss, their legs intertwining, pressing blazing flesh to smouldering skin, as if they can’t find quite enough of the contact they crave. It doesn't take Liam long to harden again and he gently pushes her over onto her back. He takes a condom from inside his nightstand and tears it open, rolling it on his hard shaft. He enters her gently, filling her up in one smooth movement. “Oh God.” Riley gasps, as she raises her knees trying to take him deeper still inside her. He props himself up to watch himself sinking into her. Riley struggles to catch her breath as the first waves of orgasm build – then crash over her again and again as Liam rocks his hips back and forth, slowly at first, then harder, faster, desperate. He buries his face in her neck, pounding hard. A few moments later, she watches him as his face contorts, desperately containing his cries as he comes. He bucks against her, and she can't stop another orgasm overwhelming her. They both shudder and gasp as the waves gradually subside, delicious ripples flowing through their entire bodies. As their breathing slows, they stare at each other like they can't quite believe what they nearly came so close to losing.
Sprawled on top of the rumpled sheets Liam pulls her into him, one arm tight around her waist, the other across her bare chest, holding her back firmly to his chest.
“Promise me you won’t ever leave me Riley.” He pleads. “I love you, I don't ever want to lose you again.”
“I promise.” She assures him.
Loosening one arm from his tight hold on her, he rolls over behind him to his nightstand and takes a small black velvet box from the drawer. He flips it open and holds it out in front of her.
“Marry me Riley, say you’ll be with me forever.”
She turns around in his arms to face him and places a soft kiss on his lips.
“Yes. A thousand times yes.” she smiles as tears roll down her cheeks.
