SEDUCTION

The man cupped the soft breast through her underwear, kneading it gently. She let out a soft moan, her fingers unconsciously gripping his shirt.

She wanted to refuse, but not a single word came out. All that escaped her were fragmented, embarrassed moans; the worst part wasthat it felt amazing.

Liam lowered his eyes and smiled, extending his tongue to curl around her delicate earlobe, licking it gently. Only then did his right hannd finally push aside her bra, making unhindered contact with her nipple.

She instinctively tried to cover herself up: "No..."

His voice was hoarse but mixed with mockery: "No? Really?"

He caressed her erect bud, rubbing the tip of his finger back and forth until it swelled, then pulled it roughly: "Last night, you took my hand and rubbed yourself, complaining that I wasn't strong enough."

"Is this enough now?" His breathing grew heavier.

"Should I use my tongue?"

Her voice was nasal, like a kitten's meow: "No... don't talk nonsense, I couldn't...."

She tried to deny his second question hastily, but the man had already half-lifted her, making it easier for him to take her erect nipple into his mouth.

His tongue circled it, moistening it and then sucking with a smacking sound. The sound, amplified in the small space, seemed to penetrate her skull, challenging the limits of her shame.

Waves of pleasure surged from her spine to her shoulders. Finally, she stopped struggling, leaning her back against the wall and tilting her head back as if offering her softness deeper into his mouth.

He was patient, sometimes biting, using the tip of his tongue to push. Her head spun, her lower body already soaked. Finally, she cried out in discomfort.

Liam paused.

Then, he raised his head, confirming that she wasn't repulsed before letting out a helpless chuckle.

"What's the rush."

He pulled her pants off, pushing the damp fabric aside. His fingers actively helped her adjust, and soon, the exaggerated and passionate sounds of his fingers moving inside her filled the air. She covered her ears, unwilling to listen, shivering as she gripped his fingers.

Liam: "Mm, you were like this last night, too, complaining that two fingers weren't enough."

“...”

You talk too much.

As he turned her around and pressed her against the wall, she finally remembered, "Last night... did we do.. something..."

"No," he said, "You were drugged. You said you weren't feeling well, so I just helped you a little."

She tried to turn her head away,but he covered her eyes, "Nothing else?"

"What else do you want?" Soon, a scorching heat filled the space between her legs. Liam let out a sexy, muffled moan, "This?"

It was scorching hot. It was winter; her legs were freezing cold, but he was so hot it felt like he would burn her skin.

She wanted to say no, to push him away, but the man behind her panted even louder.

"Like that," he said, "Squeeze a little harder."

Her face was so red she was about to bleed. She wanted to scold him for being abnormal, but her body strangely obeyed, and her legs squeezed tighter.

He gave her pleasure by licking hner bare shoulder.

The tip of his finger caressed her crimson nipple, murmuring in praise, "So good."

"Can't we go in today?" she murmured softly.

"Mm," he surprisingly agreed, whether he was lying or not, "Not in, out."

After settling between her legs for a while, he used the wetness to rub slowly. She was genuinely untouched, and even now, with him using only her legs as he lay on top of her, she felt waves of pleasure threatening to overwhelm her. The man's arms braced against the wall, the veins in his hands bulging.

Now and then, he would slide into the wet sludge but quickly retreat, only occasionally brushing against her sensitive spot. She moaned softly, her waist dipping, her hips rising as if responding to him.

His pace quickened, but he didn't finish. She was like a taut bowstring, constantly tense, unable to relax.

Maintaining this position for so long, she finally lost her strength, her slender waist gently drooping.

Liam lifted her, hearing her moan dissatisfied, "Hurry up..."

It had been almost an hour...

"Hurry up, how?" His sweat dripped dowNn his sharp features, sliding down the deep hollow of her spine. "Seduction should look like seduction. Too fast is inappropriate." He then kneaded the delicate bud between her legs, "Make some sounds for me, huh?”

She refused, opening her mouth to say he was dreaming, but he teased her uuntil she lost her composure,unexpectedly letting out two soft moans.

"Ah...mm..."

As if he knew her thoughts, he chuckled softly behind her. She wanted to turn around and hit him but lacked the strength.

At this point, she could only cooperate, swaying her hips slightly. The man was clearly enjoying it, his speed gradually increasing, his low panting behind her ears becoming heavier.

So men moan, too, and the moans during thrusts were rather...sexy.

She closed her eyes, captivated by her thoughts, her head heavy. A flash of white light flashed before her eyes, and she finally released herself with him in this small space.

The man touched her nipple and clit, prolonging her fragile pleasure. She hummed and moaned, almost completely held in his arms.

Her breathing hadn't calmed down yet; she timidly covered his lips: "Don't moan so loud..."

Liam raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't as loud as you."

"I wasn't..." she started.

He chuckled and led her into the bathroom."I'll record you moaning next time."

After taking a shower, she felt exhausted and set an alarm for the following day, allowing herself only six hours of sleep. The man lay down beside her.

Elise pushed him away.

"Go back to your own room to sleep...

"Too late," he replied. "You're sleepy and exhausted because of me."

"Where are you exhausted? In the bathtub, you were..." she trailed off, still feeling his touch.

Liam laughed, his voice a genuine, low hum of pleasure.

“What about the bathtub?"

She hurriedly tried to change the subject, suddenly remembering something. She turned to look for the script on her bedside table.

"What?" Liam asked, barely keeping his eyes open.

"Let me see... What scenes should I add?"

Despite his apparent dedication, his intentions were elsewhere. He lazily pulled her into hnis arms, his voice filled with a sated hoarseness.

"No need, we can do it tomorrow."

Elise woke up right on time at six o'clock with her alarm. With her hands crossed over her waist, she paused momentarily before realizing where she was. Carefully, she pushed Liam's arm away and got out of bed to wash up.

He had been sleeping soundly, although he sneaked behind her back the night before. She tiptoed to the bathroom and turned on a small lamp.

Halfway through brushing her teeth, she suddenly heard the sound of slippers outside the door.

It was Liam.

She wasn't sure how he had changed his clothes, but when she woke up, she noticed his clothing neatly placed at the head of the bed.

At that moment, he wore a white knitted sweater with faint golden threads woven into the neckline, revealing his slender and attractive collarbone. His skin was a cool white, highlighted by a light brown mole on his Adam's apple, and his hair was just the right amount of messy, giving off a relaxed, homely vibe.

He casually turned on the light, and its glow spilled around him, but he glowed even brighter than the light itself.

Elise awkwardly looked away.

"Damn, he's too handsome," she thought. "Who could stand this?"

She lowered her head and continued to brush her teeth earnestly. However, the man walked up behind her, wrapping his arms affectionately around her waist and resting his chin on the top of her head, his breath light against her hair.

It felt like a brief moment of calm; his arms around her waist exerted no pressure.

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