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Feeling the warmth emanating from her body and the softness of her skin, Liam held her hands, pulling them down as he moved closer to her face.
Liam moved his face closer, touching her soft lips that parted the moment he touched them.
Sensing what Irys wanted, he quickly put his tongue inside, feeling her warm tongue.
His hand started to move, feeling a soft, escalating mound under the fabric. His palm was not enough to grasp all of it.
Wanting to feel more, Liam slid his hand inside her shirt, but before he could reach her voluptuous breast, she broke the kiss, her breath raspy.
"Just rip it, Liam. It's fine; follow your desire," she said.
Her gaze, filled with love and lust, made Liam's desire burn even more.
The hand inside held the fabric, while his other hand pulled outward, tearing the shirt open.
Her black lace bra came into view, barely wrapping her voluptuous, round breasts.
