Liam kept the same slow rhythm, each thrust measured and deep. Irina's legs stayed wrapped around his waist, her heels resting lightly against the backs of his thighs. The initial tightness had eased into a warm, yielding heat that surrounded him completely. Every time he pushed forward, a soft, open sound left her lips.
He watched her face carefully. Her eyes remained half-open, fixed on his. There was no tension left in her expression—only quiet focus and the growing flush across her cheeks. When he shifted his angle slightly, her breath caught and her fingers pressed harder into his back.
"There," she whispered.
Liam stayed with that angle. He rolled his hips in a steady, continuous motion, letting the head of his cock drag against the same sensitive place with every stroke. Irina's breathing grew uneven. Soft sounds began to leave her more freely—quiet gasps and low, unbroken notes that rose and fell with the movement of his body.
