Their bodies slid together, sweat-slicked and frantic now, his cock dragging over her most sensitive spot with every thrust, sending her spiralling toward the edge. Elizabeth could feel herself unravelling, her entire world narrowing to the rhythm of his hips, to the relentless, perfect friction inside her. She clawed at his back, leaving red lines, desperate to pull him closer, deeper, as if trying to merge their bodies entirely.
Liam's groan was raw, feral, as he slammed into her, his hips pounding with reckless abandon now. The bed shuddered beneath them, headboard rattling against the wall. Elizabeth's voice broke into a helpless, pleading cry, "Fuck, Liam, I—" but the words dissolved as a shudder ripped through her.
