Lilith's breath hitched when she felt Liam's strong hand wrap tightly around her waist. The grip was firm—possessive. A silent message. She narrowed her eyes slightly, taken off guard not by the touch, but by how right it felt.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice low and cautious, but not resisting.
His firm chest was pressed against hers, and it sent a dangerous shiver through her body. The scent of him filled her nose—clean, sharp, masculine—and in an instant, the memories of last night came flooding back. His hands on her skin. His breath in her ear. The way he made her lose control.
Her expression changed.
She tilted her head, eyes locking into his.
So that's how he wanted to play.
She smiled slyly, lips curling into something that straddled the line between sultry and cunning.
Without a word, she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned forward—and kissed him.
Not soft. Not teasing.
Her lips crashed into his with sudden hunger, the kiss dripping with intent.
