Elizabeth couldn't form words anymore. Her body had taken over, instincts she didn't know she possessed surging to the surface. Her claws extended fully now, digging into Liam's shoulders as another wave of pleasure crashed through her. Her tail thrashed wildly, wrapping tighter around his leg as if afraid he might pull away.
With one swift motion, Liam tore the towel from his waist, letting it fall to the floor. His cock pressed against her stomach, hard and pulsing. Without warning, his mouth crashed against hers, tongue sweeping past her lips in a desperate, hungry kiss.
She moaned into his mouth, her body arching against him, breasts pressing against his bare chest, nipples hardening to painful points. The taste of him, mint and basil, and something deeper, more primal filled her senses as his tongue explored her mouth with an intensity that left her dizzy.
