Chapter 383: Chapter 383 Don’t Stop

Lana leaned closer, her breath warm against his lips, her hands pressing against his chest through his thin t-shirt, fingers tracing the hard lines of his lean muscles. Liam’s deep blue eyes locked onto hers, his sharp jawline tightening as he fought the urge to pull her closer. Her teasing movements were testing his restraint, and the playful glint in her eyes told him she knew it.

“You’re staring,” she said, her voice low and sultry, a smirk playing on her lips. Her hips shifted slightly, pressing against him through his sweatpants, the blanket slipping to reveal the curve of her shorts clinging to her thighs.

Liam’s hands flexed at his sides, itching to touch her. “Hard not to,” he murmured, his voice rough, eyes tracing her flawless skin. “You look like trouble wrapped in fire.”

Lana’s lips curved into a wicked smile, her eyes sparking with mischief. “Oh, I’m definitely trouble,” she whispered, leaning down until her lips hovered just above his, close enough to feel her warmth. “But the kind you’ll beg for.”

His hands moved, sliding up her thighs over the soft fabric of her shorts, fingers gripping the curve of her hips. She let out a soft moan, barely a breath, but it sent a jolt through him, his control fraying. “Fuck, Lana,” he growled, his voice thick with want. “You’re gonna make this hard for me, aren’t you?”

She laughed softly, the sound vibrating through him as she pressed closer, her chest brushing against his shirt, the thin fabric doing little to hide her curves. “Hard’s the point, isn’t it?” she purred, her lips grazing his ear. “Unless you’re not up for it, big guy.”

His grip tightened, one hand sliding to her butt, squeezing the firm curve through her shorts. Lana gasped, a low, breathy moan escaping her lips, her body arching into his touch. The sound lit him up, his pulse racing as he pulled her closer, their bodies pressed together under the blanket, the heat of her skin seeping through their clothes.

“Keep moaning like that,” he said, his voice a low rumble, “and I’m not gonna play nice.” His lips found her neck, kissing the sensitive skin just below her jaw, and she tilted her head back, another moan slipping out, louder now.

“Liam,” she breathed, her fingers tugging at his t-shirt, nails grazing his shoulders through the fabric. “Fuck, you’re… you’re too good at this.”

He smirked against her skin, his kisses trailing along her collarbone, careful to stay above the neckline of her shirt. His hand slid up her side, fingers brushing the edge of her breast through the fabric, and she shivered, her body reacting instantly. He cupped her, his thumb grazing over the curve, and she moaned again, her hips rocking against him, the friction of their clothes adding to the heat.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, his voice hoarse, eyes dark as he looked up at her. “You feel too fucking good.”

Lana’s emerald eyes gleamed, her lips parting as she leaned down, her hair spilling over his shoulders like a curtain. “You’re one to talk,” she whispered, her voice dripping with heat. “Those hands… I want them everywhere.”

His other hand squeezed her butt again, firmer this time, pulling her tight against him. She gasped, her moan turning into a soft whimper, her nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. “Liam,” she said, her voice trembling with need, “you keep touching me like that, and I’m gonna lose it.”

“Good,” he said, his lips brushing hers, teasing without closing the distance. “I want you to lose it. Every sound, every shake—I want it all.” His hand slid under the hem of her shirt, fingers splaying across the warm skin of her lower back, careful to keep it sensual but restrained.

Her breath hitched, and she pressed herself closer, her lips crashing into his. The kiss was hungry, all heat and urgency, their tongues tangling as they pressed closer, clothes a frustrating barrier. Liam’s hand tightened on her breast through her shirt, his thumb circling, and she moaned into his mouth, the sound sending a surge of desire through him. Her hips moved faster, grinding against him through their clothes, and he groaned, the friction driving him wild.

“Fuck, Lana,” he said between kisses, his voice raw. “You keep moving like that, and I’m gonna rip these clothes off you.”

She pulled back just enough to look at him, her lips swollen, cheeks flushed. “Promises, promises,” she teased, her voice a sultry challenge. “What’s stopping you, tough guy? Scared you can’t handle me?”

His eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint in them. In one fluid motion, he flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him on the bed. The blanket tangled around their legs, but he didn’t care. Her hair fanned out across the pillow, silver in the moonlight, and her eyes burned up at him, wide and wanting. “Scared?” he said, his voice low and rough. “Let’s see who’s begging first.”

He kissed her again, slower now, savoring the taste of her lips, the way her body arched into his through their clothes. His hand slid down her side, fingers grazing the curve of her hip, teasing the waistband of her shorts. She moaned again, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer through the layers of fabric. “Liam,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire, “don’t you dare stop.”

“Not stopping,” he said, his lips trailing down her neck, kissing the soft skin above her shirt. His hand cupped her breast again, squeezing gently through the fabric, and she gasped, her back arching off the bed. “You like that?” he murmured, his voice a growl against her skin.

“Fuck, yes,” she breathed, her fingers digging into his back through his t-shirt, nails leaving faint marks. “Keep going, Liam. Don’t hold back.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating against her skin as he kissed lower, his lips brushing the edge of her shirt’s neckline. His hands roamed, one sliding to her butt again, gripping the curve through her shorts as he pressed himself against her. Her moans grew louder, each one fueling the fire in his veins. The room felt hotter, the air thick with their shared heat, the crickets outside a faint hum beneath their ragged breaths.

“Lana,” he said, his voice rough with need, “you’re driving me fucking insane.”

She smiled, her eyes half-lidded, her voice a sultry whisper. “Good. Now make me feel it.”

Liam’s hands rested on her hips, his fingers tight against the fabric of her shorts, her warmth seeping through his t-shirt as she pulled him closer.

“Lana,” he whispered, voice rough. “I need to see you.”

Her lips curved, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Then what’s stopping you?”

His heart slammed against his chest. His hands slid up her sides, slow and deliberate, catching the hem of her shirt. He paused, eyes locked on hers, asking without words. She nodded, a small, eager smile on her lips. He tugged the shirt up, inch by inch, revealing the smooth curve of her stomach, then higher. She lifted her arms, and he pulled the fabric over her head, tossing it aside.

His breath caught. Her breasts were perfect, full and round, glowing in the moonlight like they were carved from marble. The sight hit him like a punch, stealing his air. He stared, eyes wide, taking in every curve, every soft line. “Fuck,” he muttered, voice low. “You’re… unreal.”

Lana laughed softly, her cheeks flushing. “Like what you see?”

He didn’t answer with words. His hands moved, cupping her breasts gently, feeling their weight, their warmth. Her skin was soft, impossibly smooth, and he marveled at how perfectly they fit in his hands. She let out a small gasp, her back arching slightly. “Liam,” she breathed, voice shaky. “Touch me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, slow circles, and she moaned, a soft “ahnnn~” that sent heat rushing through him. He leaned down, lips grazing the curve of her breast, kissing the soft skin. Her scent, jasmine and something wild, filled his senses. He kissed lower, closer, then took her nipple into his mouth, sucking gently.

“Ohhh~,” Lana moaned, her voice a needy whine. Her fingers dug into his hair, tugging as her body squirmed beneath him. The sound drove him wild, urging him on. His tongue swirled around her nipple, teasing, then sucking harder. She gasped, a loud “mmmm~” spilling from her lips, her hips shifting against him.

“Fuck, Lana,” he murmured against her skin, his voice muffled. “You taste so good.” He moved to her other breast, kissing the soft curve before taking it into his mouth. Her nipple hardened under his tongue, and she moaned again, a breathy “ahhh~” that made his pulse race.

“Liam… oh god, don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice thick with need. Her hands roamed his back, nails scraping through his t-shirt, urging him closer. He sucked harder, his hand caressing her other breast, squeezing gently. Her moans grew louder, a mix of “yessss~” and “ohhh~,” each sound pushing him further, his own body burning with want.

He pulled back slightly, looking at her. Her breasts glistened faintly in the moonlight, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, voice raw. His fingers traced the curve of her breast, slow and reverent, like he was memorizing every inch.

“Liam,” she moaned, a soft “mmmm~” as his thumb grazed her nipple again. “You’re killing me.” Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips parted, flushed and swollen from their kisses. She reached for him, tugging at his shirt. “Your turn.”

He grinned, but didn’t move, too caught up in her. He kissed her breast again, slow and deliberate, his tongue flicking over her nipple. “Ohhh~ fuck,” she gasped, her body arching into him, her moans a sweet, desperate melody. His hand squeezed her other breast, fingers teasing, and she let out a loud “ahnnn~,” her legs tightening around his waist through the blanket.

“Keep making those sounds,” he said, voice low, lips brushing her skin. “I could listen to you all night.”

“Then don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice a sultry plea. “Ohhh~ Liam, please.” Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer as he sucked again, harder this time. Her moans filled the room, a mix of “yessss~” and “mmmm~,” each one louder, more desperate, as he worshipped her breasts with his lips and hands.

The moonlight danced over her skin, her curves glowing, and Liam felt like he was drowning in her—her scent, her sounds, her heat. The crickets outside faded, the world narrowing to just them, tangled in the heat of the moment.

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