Chapter 195 Fighting the Devil
Liam’s hand slid around her waist and pulled her in.
There was no hesitation now. No doubt. No distance. Just her—pressed tightly against him, her breath mingling with his, her body warm in his arms. Lana moved with sudden energy, lifting her sweater over her head in one motion and tossing it aside without a care. It landed somewhere across the room. She melted into his embrace, her soft curves fitting perfectly against his frame as she leaned in again, lips crashing into his like she couldn’t get enough.
Liam didn’t fight it.
His body responded on instinct, arms gripping her tighter, feeling her chest against his, her hair falling around their faces like a curtain. His back gave in, collapsing softly into the mattress as he lay back, Lana following him down without breaking the kiss, her body resting above his, knees straddling him gently. Their lips stayed connected, mouths moving, breaths quickening.
It was fast. Wild. Almost desperate.
Too much.
Liam let out a low laugh between kisses, pulling back just slightly. "Take it easy," he said, his voice breathless, grinning. "You’re gonna break me."
Lana blinked, surprised at first—then smirked. Just a bit.
This time, he took the lead.
He kissed her again, slower now. Softer. More intentional. His lips moved with precision, savoring every second. His hand ran up her back, feeling the line of her spine, the warmth of her skin. Lana responded with a low hum, barely audible—just a soft sound of pleasure that slipped from her lips as she melted once more into the moment.
Time disappeared.