My turn now!

Liam's chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, the aftershocks of his release still rippling through him. Isabella's wicked grin sent a shiver down his spine, promising more pleasure to come.

"Mmm, you taste divine," she purred, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "But I think it's my turn now."

With deliberate slowness, she straddled his hips, her wet heat pressing against his still-sensitive skin. Liam groaned at the contact, his hands coming up to grip her waist.

Isabella leaned down, her hair cascading around them like a curtain. She captured his mouth in a searing kiss, her tongue delving deep to taste herself on his lips.

Liam's hands slid up her sides, cupping the swell of her breasts. He kneaded the soft flesh, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they pebbled beneath his touch.

Isabella gasped into the kiss, her hips grinding down against him. The friction sent sparks of pleasure racing through her, making her ache for more.