Chapter 9: A Kiss That Burns
347 Words
The moment Liam’s lips met hers, Ella felt the ground shift beneath her.
It wasn’t a gentle kiss.
It was fire.
Possession.
A battle neither of them wanted to win.
Liam’s hand tightened at the nape of her neck, angling her just where he wanted. His other hand found her waist, fingers spreading, gripping, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.
Ella gasped into his mouth, and he took full advantage, deepening the kiss with a hunger that sent a shiver through her spine.
His taste was intoxicating—whiskey and heat, danger and control.
She should have pushed him away.
Instead, her fingers curled into the front of his jacket, gripping him like he was the only thing keeping her standing.
Liam growled low in his throat, his lips moving with devastating skill. Every brush, every slow drag of his mouth against hers was a demand.
Give in.
Let go.
Ella’s nails dug into his chest, her own control slipping, unraveling.
Liam smirked against her lips, sensing her surrender. “That’s it,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. “Let me in.”
Ella’s response was reckless.
She pressed against him, arching just enough for her body to mold against his. Liam cursed softly, his hands sliding lower, gripping her hips in a way that sent heat pooling deep inside her.
Their breaths tangled.
Their bodies burned.
And just when Ella thought she might completely lose herself—
A sharp ringing cut through the night.
Her phone.
The spell shattered.
Ella pulled back, her breathing ragged, lips swollen, mind spinning.
Liam didn’t let go immediately. His fingers tightened for a beat before he exhaled, stepping back just enough to let her breathe.
“Saved by the bell,” he muttered, voice rough with want.
Ella swallowed hard, forcing herself to move, to reach for her phone.
But as she stared at the caller ID, her heart clenched.
Because for the first time that night—
It wasn’t Liam who was dangerous.
It was the name flashing on her screen.
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