His finger curled inside her. Slow. Pressing forward against the spot that made her back arch clean off the surface behind her. Her hand shot up and grabbed his wrist, not to stop him, but to hold on, to keep it there.

He let her. Didn’t move. Just stayed there, knuckle-deep, his other hand buried knuckle-deep in her dripping core, his other hand cupping the side of her face with a tenderness that contrasted the raw invasion below. His palm was rough,yet it cradled her like fragile porcelain, thumb tracing the curve of her cheekbone where tears of overwhelming sensation threatened to spill.

"You didn’t answer," he said.

Elizabeth’s grip tightened, her knuckles whitening as her hips bucked involuntarily, grinding down onto his finger with a wet, obscene squelch desperation that made his ears twitch forward. her inner walls fluttering around him, begging for more.

"Since the..." She swallowed and tried again.

"Since the stupid appearance change. When you just stood there and didn’t care about anything, and I couldn’t stop- i- haah-"

She cut herself off. Bit down on her lip hard enough to leave a mark.

Liam blinked. He processed that, he was surprised she was like this the whole time, he knew he wasn’t blind, he could see her eyes on him all the time.

"Huh," he said.

Then, without warning, he added a second finger, stretching her with a delicious burn that made her gasp, the sudden fullness forcing a gush of wetness to coat his hand. Her pussy clenched greedily, sucking him deeper, the lewd sounds of her arousal, slick and rhythmic.

Elizabeth’s cry escaped as a guttural moan, her back bowing like a drawn bowstring, thrusting her breasts upward. Her nipples hardened into aching peaks, brushing against the rough fabric of his shirt, the friction teasing sparks of pleasure-pain. He watched the flush creep down her neck, blooming rosy across her collarbone, his eyes devouring her like a predator savouring prey, memorising the way her skin heated

His thumb found her clit again, teasing strokes, then pressing down hard enough to make stars burst behind her eyelids. The pressure built, coiling tight in her core, her breath coming in ragged pants that filled the room with desperate whimpers.

"I was just adapting, taking the new situation one minute at a time," he said, mostly to himself.

"I know," she gasped, the words tumbling out on an exhale that tasted of salt and surrender. "That’s the worst part, how you didn’t even notice me falling apart, how your indifference made me so fucking wet I could barely stand."

His mouth twitched, but close enough.

Liam leaned in, massive frame eclipsing her, and pressed his lips to her temple in a kiss so brief and gentle it stole her breath, a stark contrast to the filthy way his fingers plunged deeper, curling with expert precision to stroke that hidden spot over and over. The rhythm was relentless, building her toward the edge, her body rocking in time, the scent of her slick arousal now overpowering, thick and heady like overripe fruit.

"I’ll make you dinner after," he murmured against her hair.

Elizabeth laughed. It broke halfway into a moan, her grip on his wrist going white, knuckling as her walls clenched tight around his fingers.

"You’re unbelievable"

"Mm." Liam’s nose traced the shell of her ear, drawing in her scent, cherry blossoms drenched in adrenaline and the unmistakable musk of her arousal. "You never answered my question." His voice was a low growl, a rumble she felt more than heard. "Dinner can wait."

He looked down at his hand, glistening with her wetness, his fingers still buried deep inside her. He drew them out slowly, deliberately, watching her face contort with a mix of pleasure and torment. Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, her mouth open and panting, tongue flicking out to wet parched lips. Her eyes fluttered, struggling to stay open, as if one more touch would send her spiraling over the edge.

Liam raised his soaked hand to his mouth, his tongue tracing the length of his fingers, tasting her. His eyes locked onto hers, dark and hungry. "I want my dessert first."

Without warning, Liam’s massive hands gripped her hips and picked her up and placed her gently down on the ground in front of him. He set her down gently on the ground, the cool earth a stark contrast to her burning skin. With deliberate movements, he spread her legs into an M-shape, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze.

"W-what are you doing?" Elizabeth’s voice trembled as his fingers traced the inside of her thighs, slowly moving upward. "You can’t—that’s dirty, I’m..."

Liam silenced her with a kiss to her inner thigh, his lips soft against her sensitive skin. Her breath hitched, becoming shallow and quick. The second kiss was closer to her core, his breath hot against her dripping pussy.

"Liam, please," she whimpered, her hands fisting his hair. "I’m unclean there, it must be ugly, I’ve never... no one has ever..."

His red eyes met hers, pupils blown wide with desire. "It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen," Liam said simply, as if stating an obvious fact.

Before she could protest further, his tongue made contact with her dripping cunt. Elizabeth’s back arched off the ground, a strangled cry escaping her throat. Her fingers flew to his white hair, gripping the soft strands as his tongue explored her folds with slow, deliberate strokes.

"God, Liam," she gasped, her hips bucking upward. "That’s...oh—"

Liam gripped her thighs harder, holding her in place as his tongue delved deeper. The wet sounds of his feasting filled the air, punctuated by Elizabeth’s increasingly desperate moans. Her hands moved from his hair to his shoulders, nails digging into his shirt as he added a finger, then two, curving inside her to hit that spot that made her vision blur.

"Stop, please," she begged, even as her body betrayed her words, grinding against his face. "I can’t something’s happening—"