CHAPTER 352: CHAPTER 352 THIRD TIME? (R-18)

Liam’s hand slid down her waist and gripped her ass firmly, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he fondled her through the thin fabric. His other arm still held her steady, her thighs wrapped tight around him as her back pressed into the wall. Their mouths stayed locked, the kiss turning heavier. His tongue pushed past her lips, tasting her, drawing in every bit of warmth she had to offer.

The taste of her was maddening. She kissed like she fought—aggressive, confident, unyielding. Each movement of her lips against his only fanned the flames already burning inside him.

In the back of his mind, Liam knew he shouldn’t let this go too far. He had already gone at it twice today—once with Kelly, once with Ann. His body had every reason to be satisfied. But the second Lilith pressed against him, the second her body meshed with his and he felt the soft curve of her ass in his hand, all reason was thrown out the window.

He thought about stopping. For half a second. Then he said fuck it in his head and sucked on her lips harder, pulling her into a kiss that made her breath hitch against him.

Lilith wasn’t expecting the sudden edge in him. For once, he was the one being aggressive, and it caught her off guard. She let out a muffled sound against his mouth, her hand pressed to his chest as she pushed him back just slightly.

Liam pulled away just enough to look at her, his grip on her thighs still firm, still holding her off the floor. His eyes searched hers. "What is it?"

Her lips curved into a slow, dirty smile, golden hair framing her face as her voice dropped low. "Take me to the bed."

The corner of Liam’s mouth lifted in a grin. He didn’t need to be told twice. He stepped back from the wall, carrying her easily, his wings brushing against the air behind him as he moved toward the bed. He lowered her down with a care that contrasted the heat between them, setting her softly onto the mattress.

Lilith leaned back against the sheets, her hair spilling across the pillow. She gave him a sharp look, her smirk never fading. "I thought you said no sex?"

Liam shook his head, his grin widening. "No. I didn’t say that."

She rolled her eyes, though her smirk betrayed her. "Shameless."

He was just about to climb over her when her hand shot up, palm pressed to his chest. "Wait."

Liam froze, his brows furrowing slightly. "What now?"

Her eyes flicked down to the bandage wrapped around her hand. "Rip it off."

He hesitated instantly. Ann had just wrapped it for her less than ten minutes ago. The thought of undoing that felt wrong. "Lilith..."

She caught the hesitation in his eyes and sat up, her bandaged hand resting in her lap. "Relax. It’s fine. When I turned my whole body into ice earlier, my hand healed completely. The wound’s gone."

Liam raised his brows, uncertain. "You’re sure?"

She nodded firmly, holding his gaze. "Take it off."

Slowly, Liam reached for her hand. His fingers carefully unraveled the bandage, pulling it free layer by layer until the fabric fell away. His eyes widened slightly. She was telling the truth. The discoloration, the swelling, the ugly bruising—it was gone. Her skin was flawless, smooth, and cold to the touch, like nothing had ever been wrong with it.

Lilith flexed her fingers once, smirking when his expression shifted to shock. "Told you."

Then, without warning, she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and yanked him down. Her lips brushed against his ear as she whispered, "Now come here."

She laid back on the bed, pulling him down with her. Her golden hair fanned across the pillow, her sharp eyes gleaming with hunger.

Liam followed, his body lowering over hers.

Their lips crashed again, heavier than before, tongues clashing, her soft moans spilling into his mouth as Liam pressed her deeper into the bed. His hand slid from her waist down to her hip, squeezing firmly, the heat between them burning hotter with each second.

Lilith arched into him, her legs spreading slightly as if inviting him closer. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging through his shirt while she kissed him back with equal hunger.

Without breaking the kiss, Liam’s fingers found the edge of her shirt. He tugged it upward, and Lilith lifted her arms lazily, letting him peel it off over her head. Her golden hair tumbled free, falling wild around her face and neck.

The sight made Liam pause just long enough to drink her in. She was wearing a black lace bra that barely contained her. The way it cupped her breasts perfectly, pushing them up just enough, made him groan.

"Staring already?" Lilith teased, her lips curved into that smug little smile.

Liam didn’t answer. He leaned down and pressed his mouth against her collarbone, kissing slowly, trailing heat along her skin. His lips moved downward, across her chest, until his teeth grazed the edge of her bra. Lilith shivered, biting her lip as she arched up against him.

With one smooth motion, Liam slid his hands behind her and unclasped the bra. The straps slipped off her shoulders, and he tossed it aside. Her breasts spilled free, full and perfect, nipples already hardened.

"Fuck..." Liam muttered under his breath.

Lilith laughed softly, a throaty sound that melted into a moan when his mouth latched onto her breast. His tongue swirled around her nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth. Her hand shot up into his hair, gripping tight.

"Ahh... Liam..." Her voice broke, breathless. She arched into his mouth as he sucked harder, his teeth grazing gently before releasing. He moved to her other breast, giving it equal attention, sucking, licking, pulling her nipple between his lips until she gasped out again.

Her moans filled the room, each sound fueling him more. His hand slid down her stomach, fingers teasing the band of her trousers. She felt it and smirked, looking down at him through half-lidded eyes. "Take them off then... if you’re going to tease me."

He didn’t need to be told twice. Liam sat up just enough to tug her trousers down, peeling them off slowly, letting his fingers drag along her thighs as he pulled them away. Lilith lifted her hips to make it easier, her sharp eyes never leaving him.

He tossed the trousers aside, leaving her in nothing but a pair of lacy panties that were already damp. Liam ran a hand along her inner thigh, slow and deliberate, watching her body twitch in anticipation.

"You’re already wet," he murmured, his voice low.

Lilith smirked, even as her breath hitched. "Maybe you’re just that good at turning me on."

Liam smirked back before sliding down between her thighs. He kissed the inside of her leg, then the other, inching closer, his lips brushing against her skin so lightly it made her squirm.

"Don’t tease me," she breathed, her hips shifting.

Liam’s fingers hooked into her panties and pulled them down, exposing her completely. He spread her thighs wider, his face lowering until his lips pressed against her folds.

Lilith gasped instantly, her back arching as his tongue slid between her. He licked slow at first, savoring the taste, then pressed his mouth harder, tongue circling her clit.

"F-fuck... Liam..." Her moan was sharp, her hands grabbing at the sheets before one shot back into his hair, pushing his face deeper against her.

Liam groaned against her, the vibration making her jolt. His tongue flicked against her clit, faster, then slower, teasing her mercilessly. He dragged his tongue down lower, dipping inside her before pulling back up to suck on her clit again.

Lilith was losing control fast. Her thighs trembled, her breaths came sharp and uneven. "Ahhh—yes... right there... ohhh fuck..."

Her moans grew louder, raw and unrestrained. She tugged on his hair hard, grinding against his mouth as he worked her. Liam slid two fingers inside her at the same time, curling them as he licked.

"Ahhh—fuck! Yes! Liam!" Her body jolted, arching high as the pleasure crashed over her. Her moans filled the room, ragged and broken as she lost herself in it.

Liam didn’t stop, his mouth relentless, sucking, licking, his fingers thrusting into her until she was crying out, her whole body shaking on the bed.

"Yesss... ahhh... don’t stop... ohhh fuckkkk..."

Her legs clamped around his head, thighs pressing tight, but Liam only buried himself deeper, tongue working faster until she was screaming his name.

"Liam! Liam! Ohhh fuck yes!"

Her orgasm ripped through her hard, her body trembling, back arched, breathless moans spilling from her lips as she gripped his hair desperately.

When the wave finally eased, Lilith collapsed back against the bed, chest heaving, sweat glistening on her flawless skin.

Liam lifted his head slowly, his lips glistening, a smug grin on his face as he looked at her wrecked state.

Lilith tried to catch her breath, her sharp eyes still burning even through the haze of pleasure. "You... bastard..." she panted. "You’re... too good at that..."

Liam crawled back up her body, kissing her stomach, her breasts, her neck, until his lips brushed hers again.