Liam held her tighter, his arms wrapped protectively around her as their bodies moved in slow, perfect rhythm. Every thrust was deep, measured, and deliberate—each one sending soft, breathy moans spilling from Lilith's parted lips.
"Mmmhh~... ahhh... Liam..." she whimpered, her voice trembling as her fingers curled into the sheets beneath her.
She felt everything—every inch of him inside her, every brush of his lips on her skin, every small flex of his muscles as he moved above her.
Liam's forehead rested against hers now, their breath mixing, their gazes locked—her golden eyes wide and dazed, shining with heat and emotion.
"You're so beautiful like this..." he murmured, his voice low, thick with want but laced with awe.
Her response was a moan—a helpless, needful sound—and then her legs tightened around his waist again, pulling him in even deeper.
