The room was quiet except for their breathing—shallow, heavy, uneven. The kind of silence that comes only after chaos. Kelly lay sprawled on her back, hair a tangled halo across Liam's bed, sweat clinging to her flawless skin. Her thighs still trembled from the last orgasm, her stomach glistening with his release.
But her eyes…
Still hungry.
Still wild.
Liam hadn't moved far. He was lying beside her, one hand resting lightly on her thigh, still gliding his fingers along the curve of her hip as if memorizing her body by touch alone. His cock—thick, hard again—rested against her thigh, already twitching with need.
"You came back to life fast," Kelly whispered, her voice still raspy, eyes flicking down to his length.
Liam smirked. "You think that was all I had?"
She didn't answer. She rolled onto her side instead, brushing her lips along his jaw, then down his neck, her breath warm against his skin. Her hand found him—already hard again, warm and pulsing in her palm.
