Lilith's hand moved down to Liam's belt, her fingers tugging at it with a mix of urgency and determination.
Her golden eyes didn't waver as she worked, focused and a little breathless.
He barely had time to process it before she yanked the belt free and tossed it aside with a metallic clink.
Then her voice came, breathy but firm:
"Take me to my room... I'm not losing my virginity on a fucking stool."
Liam chuckled low in his throat, pure adoration flashing through his eyes.
"As you wish, princess."
In one smooth movement, he grabbed her thighs and lifted her up effortlessly.
Lilith instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, her bare chest pressing against him—soft, perfect, her hardened nipples brushing his skin like sparks setting fire to his nerves.
He could feel the rapid thud of her heart against his own as he carried her through the penthouse, pushing open her bedroom door with his foot.
