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My hands immediately go to his chest, grabbing his shirt and pulling it, aggressively, towards me. His hands, now free, hold my waist while our mouths transmit the unbridled desire.

Liam brings one hand to the rounded curve of my ass, gripping my body. His other hand holds my neck. I do not even realize the moan echoing in the room is coming from me as the hard length of his arousal presses against my belly. He pushes us back until my back meets the dresser.

As our lips danced in a silent rhythm, I felt a symphony of emotions welling up within me. There was a sense of security, a reassurance that we were bound by something far greater than the tangible world around us. The taste of his kiss lingered on my lips like the sweetest of melodies, imprinting a memory that transcended the physical act itself.

Liam pushes the objects onto the furniture and lifts me up, placing my bottom on top, pushing the dress down to my thighs as he gets between my legs, without ever breaking the kiss.

I cl