Chapter 238: Chapter 238 Temptation II

Lilith slowly rose from her kneeling position, the silky nightgown that once clung to her curves now pooled around her waist. Naked, confident, and breathtaking, she stood between Liam’s parted legs, her eyes locked onto his with a lustful glint that burned with unfiltered desire.

Liam leaned back against the couch, his breathing heavy, chest rising and falling in rhythm with his heart. His body was still buzzing from the sensation of her lips—warm, wet, and sinful—wrapped around him. He could still feel the aftermath of that intense climax thundering through him. But Lilith wasn’t finished. Not even close.

She climbed up, her smooth skin brushing against his as she folded her legs and straddled him, her knees resting on either side of his thighs. Her hands pressed lightly into his shoulders as she lowered herself, guiding him back into her with an ease that sent a jolt of pleasure through them both.

“Ahh…” she gasped, her arms wrapping around his neck the moment he slipped inside. He filled her completely, and the combination of how slick she already was and how hard he remained made their connection seamless—raw and overwhelming.

Liam groaned against her neck, his hands clutching her hips as she began to move. Her pace was slow at first, savoring every inch, every sensation. The heat of her body enveloped him, squeezed him, welcomed him in the most primal way.

“L-Lilith…” he breathed, his head falling back slightly. The couch creaked beneath them with every rise and fall of her hips.

She rode him expertly, her fingers threading into his hair as her lips pressed against his jawline. Her moans were soft at first, seductive whispers that quickly grew louder, more passionate. “Mmm… ahh… yes… Liam…”

His hands found her waist, holding her steady as she increased her rhythm. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, timed perfectly with her sultry cries. Liam tried to hold himself back, but her grip, the wet heat of her, the way she grinded her hips in small, perfect circles—it all became too much.

He tensed.

“Lilith… I’m gonna…”

But she only pulled him closer. “Do it. I want to feel it.”

And just like that, he came again, unable to hold it back. The release was raw, uncontrollable, and he buried his face into her neck as he let go. But Lilith didn’t stop. Not even for a second.

She kept moving, slower now, savoring how sensitive he was, how every movement made him twitch inside her. She kissed his cheek, his temple, whispered against his ear, “You’re still hard… that was just round one.”

Liam could hardly believe it himself. His body should’ve been exhausted, but the side effect—his lack of control, the surge of unfiltered impulses—kept him going. He was still burning.

Lilith slid her fingers up his back, then down again. Her nails gently scratched his skin as she rocked her hips, moaning louder, sharper. Her lips brushed his again, kissing him between each gasp.

Liam regained himself, placing his hands firmly on her hips as he started thrusting up into her, matching her rhythm, then taking control of it.

“Oh… yes! Liam! Fuuuck…” she moaned, her head falling back, her chest pressed against his. Her breasts moved with each bounce, her hair cascading like a waterfall behind her.

The couch creaked louder now.

“Turn around,” Liam growled, his voice husky.

She obeyed without hesitation. Lifting herself off him, she turned her back to him and bent slightly, her hands resting on the backrest of the couch. Liam gripped her waist and entered her from behind, the angle deep and intense. Her moans echoed through the room.

“Oh my God… Liam! Harder…!”

He gave it to her. Deep thrusts, powerful, timed with the slap of skin against skin. His hands slid up her back, into her hair, pulling her head back so he could see her mouth open in pleasure, her eyes glazed.

She reached between her legs to touch herself as he drove into her again and again, relentless. She was close. He could feel her walls tighten around him.

“I’m gonna…!” she screamed.

Her climax hit hard, making her body quake. Liam held her firmly as he kept thrusting, feeling her convulse around him. It pushed him right to the edge.

He gritted his teeth, letting out a guttural groan as he finally pulled out, grabbing her hips tightly to keep himself grounded. His entire body trembled.

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Lilith’s legs were still trembling as she slid forward, letting herself collapse gently onto the couch. Her body was flushed, warm, glistening with sweat. She lay there with her face turned to the side, her arms curled beneath her head for support, and her back arched naturally. Her perfect ass was lifted slightly, the curve of it practically begging for Liam’s touch.

Liam stared at her, chest still rising and falling with heavy breaths. His hands reached for her hips instinctively, drawn by the sight of her — soft yet strong, vulnerable yet dangerously in control. He knelt behind her and guided himself back in, slowly, savoring the tight, wet heat that welcomed him again.

Lilith moaned into the cushions, her voice muffled but unmistakably wanton. “Mmm… yesss…”

He started slow. Each thrust was deep, measured, as if exploring her all over again. He kept one hand on her waist, the other smoothing up her spine, feeling the way her body shivered beneath his touch. Her skin was like silk, hot and flushed from their earlier rounds.

“Liam…” she whispered, turning her face just enough for her voice to reach him clearly. “Harder.”

He paused, his tip buried deep inside her.

She looked back at him, her hair messy, lips parted, eyes wild with craving. “I said harder,” she growled, with a smirk that dared him.

Liam’s fingers dug into her waist, and he started to move faster, his hips snapping against her. The slaps of skin echoed sharply in the room, mixing with Lilith’s loud, desperate moans.

“Ahh—fuck! Just like that!” she cried out, gripping the cushions tightly as his rhythm built into something raw and unrelenting.

Liam leaned over her, his chest pressing to her back, his mouth at her ear. “You like this?” he growled, breath hot on her skin.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Liam—don’t hold back—”

He didn’t.

He pounded into her, fast and deep, every stroke sending ripples through her body. Her breasts pressed into the couch with every impact, her moans climbing in pitch with every thrust. Liam reached forward and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head, holding her in place as he kept going, harder now, his breath ragged, his muscles flexing with every motion.

She came again — violently. Her entire body seized up as she cried out, her pussy clenching hard around him, milking him, triggering his own rising peak. But Liam didn’t let go. He gritted his teeth, riding out her orgasm, refusing to let himself fall just yet.

After a moment, he slid out slowly, letting her collapse into the cushions. Her body was limp, chest heaving, lips quivering from the overstimulation. She looked back at him with a dazed, blissful smile.

But Liam wasn’t done.

He grabbed her and pulled her back into his lap, flipping her around so that she straddled him once more. Their bodies met with a wet, heated sound as she lowered herself onto him again.

Her hands clutched his shoulders tightly. “Still going?” she whispered, smirking through a moan as he filled her again.

“I could go all morning,” he said, voice dark and low.

She moved again, grinding now instead of bouncing, her soaked core teasing and swallowing him again and again. Liam groaned, hands clutching her ass, pushing her down harder.

Then, he lifted her effortlessly and laid her on her back across the couch. Her legs spread instinctively, wrapping around his waist as he hovered over her. He kissed her — deeply, hungrily — and entered her once again.

This time was slower. Not gentle, but deep and intentional, each thrust hitting exactly where she needed it.

Lilith clawed at his back, her moans now quieter but more intense. “Don’t stop… please… I want it all…”

Liam grabbed one of her legs and pushed it higher, deepening the angle. Her nails scratched his skin again as he plunged into her with long, strong strokes. He felt her body rising again, another orgasm building fast.

“Liam… I’m gonna— I’m gonna cum again—!”

“Do it,” he whispered, staring down into her eyes. “I want to feel you lose it again.”

Her cries filled the room as she came hard, her whole body locking around him. Liam didn’t stop. He rode her through the orgasm, then pulled out and flipped her one more time—laying her on her side.

He lay behind her, spooning her, sliding back inside her from behind. The position was intimate, sensual, and perfect. His arms wrapped around her, one hand on her breast, the other on her thigh as he pumped slowly into her.

Her moans were soft now, more like whimpers. But they were constant. Her body was overstimulated, trembling in his arms, but she kept pushing back against him, desperate for every last bit of him.

They moved like that for minutes, tangled, slow, breathless.

Liam’s hand moved to her clit, rubbing gently while still inside her. “Cum one more time for me,” he whispered.

She cried out, her body shattering in his arms.

That was it. Liam couldn’t hold back anymore. His thrusts became erratic, desperate. His breathing staggered.

And with one final, deep thrust, he exploded inside her, groaning into her neck as wave after wave of release took over.

They stayed like that, tangled, sweating, breathing in sync. Neither said a word.

Eventually, Lilith whispered with a grin, “That’s the Liam I missed.”

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