Liam's lips returned to Lana's, pressing harder this time, tongues teasing, brushing, claiming. His hands moved up her sides, squeezing, feeling her body tense and tremble under him. Lana's breath hitched, small, wet gasps escaping as she arched against him, pressing her chest into his, letting him feel every pulse, every curve.
He shifted slightly, brushing a thumb across the top of her breast, over the curve, teasing through the thin fabric of her bra. Lana groaned low, a soft, guttural sound that made his chest tighten. He leaned down, brushing his lips over the apex of her breast, flicking his tongue over the sensitive skin. Her back arched, hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as she shivered, letting herself be consumed by the sensation.
