The door closed behind them with a soft click.
Liam barely had time to process the room before Elsa was on him.
Her lips pressed against his, warm and insistent, her hands sliding up his chest to his shoulders.
He responded immediately, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer.
She tasted like wine and something sweet, her breath hot against his mouth.
Her body pressed against his, soft and warm, her curves fitting against him in a way that made his pulse quicken.
She wore a soft cotton skirt that fell just above her knees, the fabric light and easy to move in.
His hands moved lower, sliding down her back, then cupping her ass through the thin material.
She made a small sound against his lips, something between a gasp and a moan, and pressed herself harder against him.
'God, she feels good.'
They kissed like that for a while, her hands tangling in his hair, his hands exploring her body, squeezing, kneading, pulling her hips against his.
