TEMPTING THE DEVIL

Chapter 15: The Taste of Surrender

The second Liam’s lips met hers, the world outside ceased to exist.

No past. No future. Just this.

His kiss wasn’t gentle. It was raw, hungry. The kind that sent shivers down her spine and burned through every inch of her skin. Ella barely had time to breathe before Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against his body. Heat radiated between them, his touch igniting something deep, something dangerous.

She gasped as he tilted her head back, deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers with slow, devastating control. Her fingers gripped his shirt, twisting in the fabric as she lost herself in the intoxicating rhythm of his mouth, the sheer dominance in the way he claimed her.

Liam groaned, the sound reverberating through her, making her knees weak. He didn’t give her a moment to steady herself. His hands were on her hips, fingers pressing into her curves as if memorizing every inch of her.

He walked her backward, never breaking contact, until her back hit the cool wall. She barely registered the shock of it—not when his body was pressed against hers, not when his lips left her mouth to trail down her jaw, her throat.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as he explored her skin with slow, deliberate kisses, his stubble grazing her in a way that sent heat pooling low in her stomach.

“Liam,” she whispered, fingers threading through his hair, tugging slightly.

He growled in response, pressing closer, harder, his hands sliding down, gripping her thighs.

Then—he lifted her.

Ella gasped, instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist, her dress riding up as he carried her effortlessly. The movement, the power in his hold, sent a rush of heat through her, making her stomach tighten with something desperate and uncontrollable.

He pinned her against the wall, one hand supporting her weight while the other slid beneath her dress, fingers skimming the sensitive skin of her thigh. His mouth found hers again, the kiss deeper this time—devouring.

She moaned against his lips, her body arching into his as his touch grew bolder, as his fingers pressed into the softness of her skin, teasing, exploring. The tension between them was unbearable, the air thick with unspoken need.

Liam pulled back just enough to look at her, his breathing heavy, his eyes dark and intense. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured.

Ella’s pulse pounded in her ears. The way he looked at her, the way his body pressed against hers—she didn’t want him to stop.

She shook her head, voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t stop.”

Something flickered in his expression—satisfaction, possession.

And then he kissed her again, deeper, hungrier, like he’d been waiting for this moment forever. His hands roamed freely now, pushing her dress higher, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake.

Ella’s head fell back against the wall, a soft moan escaping her lips as Liam’s lips traveled lower, his breath hot against her skin.

She had never felt like this before—never wanted anyone like this before.

And as Liam’s hands tightened around her, as his lips moved lower, as the tension between them exploded—

She knew there was no turning back.