Two sets of panting resounded in a vast, furnished hall. Liam and Grace had relocated and gone into hiding, finishing dealing with their first order of business.
Grace was belly down, with Liam lying on top of her, their right hands intertwined, his left arm wrapped around her, slightly lifting her, pulling her close.
Liam honestly didn't know what had taken over him. It might have been the pent-up urges or the heartfelt conversation, but he had been unable to get his fill that day. He still hadn't, but his body had hit a limit.
Grace wasn't innocent, far from it. If anything, her status as a branching expert made her the main culprit behind everything that had unfolded. Still, even she could feel that her physical limit had arrived.
Liam was spent, but he still kissed Grace's back, his brain lighting up at the tremors he caused. He climbed toward her head one kiss at a time, eventually reaching the ear peeking past her hair.
