Chapter 669 Don’t Stop

At the exact same moment the system message appeared in Liam’s mind, his body reacted.

A sudden heat spread through his chest and lower stomach. His forehead quickly filled with sweat as he tried to fight and suppress whatever was rising inside him. His breathing grew heavier without his permission. The arm he had wrapped around Irina tightened on its own.

So this was it.

He finally understood.

This was why she had been sweating all day. The strange fruit did not simply affect the mind. It affected the body as well. And now that same effect was beginning to work on him.

Irina was not helping his condition either.

She shifted on the bed and wiggled slightly, pressing her soft ass more firmly against him. The slow, unconscious movement made the thick curve of her rear rub directly against the front of his body. Liam’s jaw tightened. He did not even realize when his arm locked around her waist even harder than before.

He forced himself to let go.

He had to stand up before this turned into something else. The best thing he could do right now was leave the room completely. Distance was the only safe option left.

He tried to sit up.

Before he could fully rise, Irina’s hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.

Her grip was strong.

Far stronger than it should have been in her current state.

She turned around on the bed and faced him. The moment Liam saw her expression, a cold feeling settled in his stomach. The usual sharp, cold look in her eyes was gone. What replaced it was pure, unfiltered lust. Her pupils were slightly dilated, her full lips parted, and her breathing was uneven. She looked completely lost in whatever the fruit had done to her.

She held his wrist so tightly that if he had been an ordinary human, the bones would have cracked under the pressure.

"Irina," Liam said, forcing his voice to remain steady. "I think you need to sleep before we do anything we’ll regret."

She did not listen.

Instead, she rose onto her knees on the bed, still facing him. Liam was also on his knees now, forced to stay in place by her grip. The damp condition of her body became impossible to ignore. Her clothes clung tightly to every curve. The fabric was soaked through with sweat, sticking to her tall, athletic frame and outlining the slim waist, the full hips, and the firm shape of her breasts. At twenty-five, her body was fully mature—strong yet feminine, sculpted from years of training, with soft curves in all the right places that the wet cloth only made more obvious. The material hugged her skin so closely that the outline of her figure looked almost painted on.

Liam could not take his eyes off her.

She looked so fucking hot.

And then there was her face.

The expression on it was pure lust. The cold, captivating eyes that normally carried a faint supernatural glow now burned with open desire. Her sharp jawline was slightly flushed, and her full lips remained parted as she breathed heavily.

She placed one hand flat against his chest and pushed.

Liam went down with almost no resistance.

His back hit the mattress, and a second later Irina climbed over him, straddling his waist. The damp heat of her body pressed down against him. Her long dark hair fell forward, framing her face as she looked down at him. One of her hands continued rubbing slowly across his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his clothes, while she leaned closer.

Before Liam fully processed what was happening, her lips connected with his.

His eyes widened.

Her lips... on his?

This...

Her mouth was soft. Far softer than he expected from someone whose entire presence was sharp and dangerous. The full lips pressed against his with surprising warmth and need, parting slightly as she kissed him deeper. The kiss was not gentle. It was hungry, wet, and completely unrestrained. Her tongue brushed against his almost immediately, tasting him without hesitation.

Liam’s mind went blank for a second.

He could not stop it.

Whatever effect she had contracted from the fruit had already spread to him. The same heat that had been rising in his body earlier now burned hotter. His resistance crumbled under the soft pressure of her mouth and the intoxicating sweetness that still clung to her skin and breath.

His hands came up on their own.

He grabbed her waist tightly and kissed her back with equal aggression. Their mouths moved against each other without restraint, tongues sliding together as the kiss grew deeper and messier. Soft wet sounds filled the quiet room. Irina’s long dark hair fell on both sides of his head, creating a dark curtain around their faces, but Liam did not care enough to brush it away. He only pulled her closer, his fingers pressing hard into the damp fabric covering her waist.

Suddenly, Irina’s hand slid behind her back.

Her fingers found the hard length pressing against the front of his clothes. Even through the fabric she could feel how thick and solid it had become. She wrapped her hand around it firmly, squeezing through the cloth, and a low sound escaped Liam’s throat into the kiss.

She did not let go.

Her hand stayed there, gripping him tightly while she continued to kiss him with the same desperate hunger, her body still straddling his waist and her damp clothes sticking to both of them.

Irina’s hand remained wrapped around the hard length pressing against the front of Liam’s clothes. She squeezed it firmly through the fabric while her mouth stayed locked on his. The kiss grew messier by the second. Their tongues slid against each other without restraint, soft wet sounds filling the quiet room as she shifted her weight on top of him.

Liam’s hands moved from her waist to her back. The damp fabric of her clothes clung tightly to her skin, and every time his palms slid over it he could feel the heat of her body underneath. He pulled her down harder against him. Her full breasts pressed firmly against his chest through the soaked material. Even fully clothed, the soft weight of them was impossible to ignore. The fabric stuck to the shape of her breasts so closely that he could feel their roundness and the slight give of her flesh with every breath she took.

Irina broke the kiss for only a second to catch her breath. A thin string of saliva connected their lips before it snapped. Her cold, captivating eyes were half-lidded and burning with lust as she looked down at him. Then she leaned in again and captured his mouth once more, kissing him even deeper than before.

Liam’s hands slid lower.

He grabbed her ass through the wet clothes. The full, firm curves filled his palms completely. Even with the fabric in the way, the soft thickness of her rear was obvious. He squeezed hard, pulling her hips down against the hard outline of his cock. Irina let out a low, shaky sound into his mouth. Her body reacted immediately. She rolled her hips once, grinding the soft heat between her legs against the thick length trapped inside his clothes.

The friction made Liam’s grip tighten.

He kept one hand on her ass and brought the other up between their bodies. His palm covered one of her breasts through the damp fabric. The soft, heavy flesh gave under his fingers even with the clothes still on. He squeezed slowly at first, feeling the full shape of it, then pinched the stiffened peak of her nipple through the material. Irina’s back arched slightly. Another soft, needy sound escaped her throat as she pushed her chest more firmly into his hand.

"Liam..." she breathed against his lips.

Her voice was lower than usual, thick with the effects of the fruit and the heat building between them. She did not wait for an answer. She kissed him again, harder this time, while her hand continued stroking the hard length of his cock through his clothes. The fabric was already strained tightly around him. Every firm stroke of her fingers made the pressure more intense.

Liam responded by grabbing both of her ass cheeks with his hands and pulling her down against him with more force. He thrust upward at the same time, grinding the thick outline of his cock against the soft heat between her legs. Even with two layers of clothing between them, the friction was sharp and deliberate. Irina’s hips moved with him. She began a slow, grinding rhythm, rolling her lower body against his while her breasts remained pressed tightly to his chest.

The wet fabric of her clothes rubbed against him with every movement. The sweet scent of the fruit mixed with the natural scent of her skin filled Liam’s nose every time he inhaled. It made his thoughts heavier, hotter, harder to control. His hands never stopped moving. One remained locked on the full curve of her ass, squeezing and guiding her grinding motions. The other continued to knead her breast through the soaked material, pinching and rolling the stiffened nipple between his fingers.

Irina’s breathing grew rougher.

She broke the kiss again and dragged her full lips along the side of his jaw, then down to his neck. Her teeth grazed his skin lightly before she sucked on the sensitive spot just below his ear. At the same time her hips kept moving, grinding the soft, damp heat between her legs against the hard length trapped in his clothes. The pressure was constant and deliberate. Every slow roll of her hips made the fabric between them grow warmer.

Liam’s hand left her breast only long enough to grab the back of her neck and pull her mouth back to his. He kissed her aggressively, tongue pushing past her lips as his other hand remained locked on her ass. He used his grip to pull her down harder against him with every upward thrust of his hips. The wet sound of fabric rubbing against fabric mixed with their heavy breathing.

She pulled back just enough to look at him. Her long dark hair fell around both of their faces. The cold, captivating eyes that normally carried a faint supernatural glow were now completely clouded with lust. Her full lips were slightly swollen from the rough kissing.

"Don’t stop," she whispered.

Liam did not answer with words.

He flipped their positions in one smooth motion, rolling her onto her back while keeping his body between her legs. The moment her back hit the mattress he settled his weight on top of her and ground the hard length of his cock firmly against the soft heat between her thighs. Even fully clothed, the pressure was intense. Irina’s legs immediately wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.

His hands returned to her body.

One slid under her back and grabbed her ass again, lifting her hips slightly so he could grind against her more effectively. The other returned to her breast, squeezing the soft flesh through the wet fabric while his mouth found hers once more. Their kiss was deep and continuous now, broken only by the soft, shaky sounds leaving Irina’s throat every time he pressed harder against her.