The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the city lights outside casting shadows across the walls. The bed beneath Sophia felt impossibly soft, yet the heat coursing through her veins made her entire body tense with anticipation. Liam hovered over her, his eyes dark with desire, his lips curved in a small, wicked smile that sent shivers down her spine.
His hands were everywhere—tracing the curve of her neck, the dip of her waist, the line of her thigh. Each touch was deliberate, as though he was learning her by heart, committing every inch of her to memory. She arched beneath him, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her body aching for more.
"You drive me insane, Sophia," Liam murmured, his voice low and rough, vibrating against her skin as he kissed a trail down her collarbone. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
Sophia couldn't form words; she could barely think. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her need overriding any hesitation she might have felt. His lips continued their exploration, moving lower, teasing the sensitive spots that made her gasp and writhe beneath him.
"Liam," she whispered, his name a plea on her lips.
He looked up at her then, his gaze locking with hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to still. There was something raw in his eyes, something that made her feel utterly exposed and utterly desired at the same time. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned down again, his touch becoming firmer, his movements more insistent.
Sophia's hands found his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as a wave of pleasure coursed through her. He responded with a low growl, his control slipping as he gave in to the intensity of the moment. His lips found hers again, the kiss hungry and deep, a battle of passion and surrender.
Their bodies moved together, the heat between them building with every touch, every kiss, every whispered word. Sophia's mind was a haze of sensation, her usual control completely obliterated by the way Liam made her feel—like she was the center of his universe, the only thing that mattered.
"Tell me what you want," Liam murmured against her ear, his voice a mixture of command and plea.
"You," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "I want you."
The words seemed to unlock something in him. He moved with a newfound urgency, his touch igniting her in ways she hadn't thought possible. Every barrier she had carefully constructed, every wall she had built, crumbled in the face of his unrelenting desire.
For the first time in her life, Sophia felt completely free—free to feel, to want, to lose herself in the arms of a man who made her forget everything but him. And as they surrendered to the moment, their bodies and souls entwined, she realized there was no turning back. Whatever this was, it was undeniable, and it was theirs.