Liam didn't let the moment drag. He reached down, his hands sliding under Mariel's arms, and pulled her up from her knees with a gentle tug. She stumbled a little, her legs wobbly from kneeling so long, but he steadied her, his grip firm on her hips. Before she could catch her breath, he kissed her again—deep and rough, his lips crashing into hers like he couldn't wait.
Mariel melted into it, her hands fumbling to grab his shoulders, her mouth still slick from sucking him, and she could taste herself on his tongue, a mix of spit and heat that made her head spin.
"He's not done with me," she thought, her heart racing as he pressed her closer, his hard cock brushing her thigh. Then he broke the kiss, his breath hot against her cheek, and guided her down, easing her onto the narrow bunk in the corner of the cabin.
The mattress was thin, creaking under her weight, and she sprawled out, her white dress still tangled on the floor, her bare skin prickling in the cool air.
