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He's ruthless.

His tongue teases, licks, sucks, his fingers digging into my thighs as if he's trying to anchor himself there.

Like he can't get enough.

Like he wants to ruin me with his mouth.

And fuck, he's succeeding.

He hums against me, the vibration sending a new wave of heat pulsing through me.

"You taste so fucking good, Ava." His voice is muffled, but I hear the hunger in it. The need.

I moan, my hips lifting, grinding against his tongue.

I don't even care how desperate I am.

I need this.

I need him.

He groans like he loves it, like he loves that I'm coming undone for him.

Then he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks.

Everything inside me shatters.

I cry out, my whole body tensing, my orgasm ripping through me like a shockwave.

Liam doesn't stop.

He licks me through it, dragging it out, prolonging the pleasure until I'm trembling, whimpering, too sensitive to take any more.

Only then does he finally pull away, his lips glistening, his eyes dark and hooded.

He drags the back of his hand across his mouth, smirking.

"I'm not done with you yet, baby."

And then he's lifting me again, carrying me toward the bed, his mouth crashing against mine.

I moan into him, tasting myself on his lips, on his tongue—salty, slick, sinful.

It should feel filthy.

It does.

But the way he kisses me, deep and possessive, like he needs me more than air, like he wants to drown in me— makes it the sexiest fucking thing I've ever felt.

I grip the back of his head, pulling him closer, pressing my body flush against his as his tongue sweeps over mine, demanding, taking.

"Fuck, baby," he groans against my lips, his voice raw. "You taste so fucking good."

I whimper, shivering as he licks into me again, forcing me to taste what he just did to me.

It makes me wild.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing my heels into his back, trying to pull him down on top of me, trying to get more of him.