Her armor dangled precariously from her shoulders, the leather straps undone and forgotten, exposing. Liam’s free hand roamed upward along her bare back, his fingertips tracing the delicate knobs of her spine, feeling the shiver that rippled through her like a wave crashing against rocks. Goosebumps erupted under his touch, her skin flushing hot and alive.

"Elizabeth," he growled low against her throat, his voice gravelly with pent-up need, the vibration of it humming through her bones, "I’ve fantasied about this... about bending you over, claiming every inch of you while the world crumbles around us."

She let out a sound caught between a breathless laugh and a desperate sob, her breath hitching as his hand slid lower, dipping into the waistband of her pants to cup the firm swell of her ass. "You barely talk," she gasped, her words fracturing as he squeezed, pulling her flush against his throbbing erection, "how could you, f-f-fuck, Liam, don’t stop."

Emboldened, he captured her mouth again in a bruising kiss, tongues tangling in a wet, savage dance that tasted of iron and desire. His fingers delved deeper, teasing the cleft of her ass, brushing against the damp heat between her thighs. She writhed against him, moans growing urgent as he worked her nipple harder, pinching until pain blurred into exquisite pleasure. The air thickened with their mingled arousal, the slick sounds of fabric and skin filling the chamber.

He broke the kiss to trail his lips down her chest, laving her other breast with his tongue, sucking the nipple into his mouth with a hungry growl.

He broke the kiss to trail his lips down her chest, laving her other breast with his tongue, sucking the nipple into his mouth with a hungry growl. She arched into him, fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer as waves of heat built low in her belly. "Yes, like that...harder haah-," she demanded, her voice turning crude and commanding, embracing the raw edge of their forbidden tryst.

With a sudden urgency, Liam’s hand slipped lower, sliding down the curve of her hip. The angle of her body bent toward him, her pelvis tilted forward in perfect invitation, the smooth arc of her waist creating a beautiful silhouette against the dim chamber light.

His fingers encountered something unexpected, a complete absence of hair, just warm, slick flesh. His breath caught in his throat, a surprised inhale that turned into a low growl as realisation dawned. He nipped at her bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth.

"Oh, you already waxed? Prepped were we?" he rumbled, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent vibrations through

her body. "Naughty, didn’t expect you to do that."

Liam pushed her back against the wall, his knee nudging her thighs apart, fingers finding her soaked folds through the thin barrier of her panties. Elizabeth’s thighs began to tremble against him, soft and full with anticipation. Her skin there was impossibly smooth, the flesh yielding under his touch as he explored the bare, glistening folds. Her pussy was a perfect pink, already swollen and glistening with her arousal, the sensitive clit peeking out from its hood, begging for attention.

"Mmmew," she whimpered, the sound escaping her as she pressed her face into his shoulder, her tongue darting out to lick at his earlobe. Her breath was hot against his neck, her body quivering with need.

Liam groaned deeply, the sound rumbling from his chest as he felt her wet heat against His fingers. He found her slick and swollen, the wetness coating his knuckles as he traced along her folds. Her inner walls fluttered against nothing, clenching around empty space, and he felt that desperate pulse against his fingertips like a second heartbeat. He circled her entrance, slow, not quite pushing in, no, not yet.

He had never done this before. His brain knew that. But his hand moved anyway, thumb pressing flat against her clit with a pressure that made her whole body jerk, and he thought, huh. Okay. That works.

Elizabeth’s face was a mess. Flushed pink from her cheeks to the tips of those soft ears, brow creased, mouth open on a breath she kept failing to finish. Her hips rolled forward against his hand without her permission, chasing the friction he kept pulling just out of reach.

He watched her jaw clench. Watched her fingers twist in the fabric beneath her. A whiff of cherry blossom and sweat rose off her skin, sharp and sweet, and his nostrils flared.

His tail curled once behind him involuntarily.

"You’ve been thinking about this," he observed, his voice a gravelly accusation that was somehow both gentle and commanding. His thumb pressed a slow circle, and her thigh muscle jumped hard under his other palm. He tilted his head, those red irises tracking the way her throat worked around a swallow. "How long?"

The question wasn’t teasing. He genuinely wanted to know. But the gravel in it, the way his breath came out heavier than normal.

Elizabeth’s eyes were glazing over with a mix of ecstasy and torment.

Though his human side hesitated, fingers trembling slightly from the novelty of this forbidden intimacy, his inner wolf surged forward, guiding his touch with feral precision, like a predator savouring the hunt before the kill.

Elizabeth’s ears pinched back. Her lip caught between her teeth.

"That’s..." She exhaled hard through her nose. "That’s not a fair question when you’re...doing that—"

His middle finger slid just barely inside. Knuckle deep. He stopped there.

"Doing what?"

Her hips bucked. A strangled sound escaped her throat, half frustration, half plea. His free hand came up, gentle, automatic and brushed a damp strand of pink hair off her forehead. Tucked it behind her ear with the kind of careful attention he’d give to plating a dish.

She stared up at him. pink gaze wide and unfocused, searching his face for any sign he understood what he was doing to her.

He didn’t. Not really. But his chest ached in a way that had nothing to do with his HP bar, and when she pressed her cheek into his palm like she couldn’t help it, his thumb traced her cheekbone once.

Soft.

"You’re shaking," he said.

"I’m not..." Her whole body trembled against him. "Shut up."

[Tool Tip]:

Tactical Analysis: Liam applied a "Honeyed Restoration" level of focus to Elizabeth’s "pink ears and soaked folds," discovering that some mechanics don’t require a manual, just high-tier instincts and a very specific "Hearth" heat. ;)