Lilith didn't waste any more time.
She moved with confidence now—slow, but certain. Her hands stayed on his chest, her hips still firmly straddling him. Liam was beneath her, breathing heavier with each passing second, but she didn't let him touch her yet. Not fully. She liked the restraint. Liked knowing that even he, as strong and reckless as he was, could hold still under her control.
Her fingers found his belt again. She pulled it loose in one clean motion. The leather slid from the loops with a sharp, final sound. Then she tossed it aside, not even glancing at where it landed.
Next came the button on his pants. She popped it open easily, then the zipper, all while keeping her eyes locked on his. No teasing now—just business. Her body moved with heat and purpose.
