Lilith might have been a devil—cold, ruthless, deadly—but sitting there on Liam's lap, her body pressed close to his, her lips molded against his, she didn't seem like a creature of cruelty.
She seemed like temptation incarnate.
Stunning. Seductive. Unreachable—yet right here, burning against him.
Her silky blonde hair fell around them like a veil, carrying her unique, intoxicating scent—something faintly floral but sharp, dangerous, just like her.
It made Liam's mind spin.
It made his body move instinctively, without thought.
He tightened his arms around her waist, pulling her in closer against him.
And when he did—Lilith responded.
Her delicate hand slid up from his chest, threading into his dark hair, gripping it tightly as she kissed him back with a matching fire, her lips moving hungrily against his.
It wasn't a kiss between allies.
It wasn't even a kiss between fake lovers trying to fool an enemy.
It was real.
Raw.
Unstoppable.
