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Liam's touch, both tender and possessive, ignited a fire within, a flame fueled by the intensity of our connection.

Breaking the kiss, Liam's lips traced a trail along the curve of my neck, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. His whispers, filled with promises and unspoken emotions, brushed against my skin like a gentle breeze.

The garden seemed to come alive, each petal and thorn a silent witness to the unfolding passion.

"I missed every inch of you," Liam confessed, his voice a low, husky murmur.

Our surroundings melted away as he guided us to a secluded spot amidst the roses. The air crackled with an electricity born of anticipation, and the garden itself seemed to hold its breath, enraptured by the love that unfolded within its fragrant embrace.

Liam's fingers glide over the satin fabric of my dress, tracing a delicate path across my covered bosom. With focused intent, he clasps the first button between his fingers, gradually undoing each one that follows.

His touch is