Lust System: Conquering the World Beauties

Kelly's breathing was still a little uneven, the aftershocks of her earlier training session making her chest rise and fall against him. Her voice came out low and soft, almost as if she was telling him a secret.

"I've been training since before sunrise," she said. "I'm sweating… I probably stink."

She wasn't wrong — she was damp all over, her nightwear clinging to her in patches, and now her body heat and moisture were seeping into him as well. The thin material of his shirt had already grown warm and slightly wet where she pressed against him.

But Liam didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned in slightly and breathed her in.

"Nah," he murmured. "You smell good. Real. Natural."

Kelly rolled her eyes at that, but there was a faint curve at the corner of her lips that betrayed her. "You're ridiculous."

He smirked. "Maybe. But I'm not lying."

His hands slid around her waist with a deliberate slowness, fingers brushing along the curve of her hip until his palms rested firmly at her lower back. "You smell good, Kelly," he repeated, his voice dropping a little deeper.

She gave a soft exhale, tilting her head as if resigning herself. "There's no escaping you, is there?"

Liam's smile deepened. He knew from her posture, from the lack of tension in her body, that she didn't want to escape. Her pulse wasn't quick from fear — it was something else entirely.

He leaned in, his mouth finding the warm skin of her neck. The first touch was feather-light, just his lips pressing there, but the effect was immediate. Her breath caught, and he felt a small shiver travel through her.

Kelly released a slow breath, her lips parting slightly as his mouth began to move upward, tasting her skin in unhurried kisses — from the hollow of her neck, along the line of her jaw, until he reached just beneath her chin.

Then he shifted to the front, his hand rising to cup her jaw gently as his lips captured hers.

Kelly's eyes fluttered shut instantly. Her lips were soft, warm, and full, molding perfectly to his. She hesitated only a second before her hands lifted, sliding around his neck, pulling him closer.

The shift in her surprised him, and he had to plant himself more firmly on the ground to keep from being pushed backward. Her kiss was shy at first, but there was no mistaking the heat behind it.

He let his eyes close too, savoring the smoothness of her lips and the way they moved against his. His hand began to roam, slowly tracing up the side of her body — over the curve of her hip, past her waist, up along her ribs — until he reached her neck.

He broke the kiss just enough to tilt her head back slightly, his thumb brushing her skin there as his eyes locked with hers.

Desire was written plainly in them — deep brown eyes that seemed darker now, framed by long lashes and a faint sheen of sweat along her temple.

Then his gaze dropped, and he saw it.

Her nightgown, already clinging to her from sweat, had loosened at the top. A few buttons had popped open during their movement, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage.

From his position, the view was enough to steal his focus. Her deep skin was smooth and flawless, the swell of her breasts pressing against the thin fabric. Beads of sweat caught the dim light, tracing lazy paths down her curves.

He didn't resist.

Bending forward, he pressed his face to the space between, inhaling deeply. Her scent was intoxicating — a mix of clean sweat, natural skin, and something faintly sweet that was purely her.

Kelly let out a soft, startled sound, her body stiffening for a moment before melting against him again.

"Liam…" she said quietly, her voice both a protest and an invitation.

He chuckled low against her skin. "You're perfect," he murmured, his lips brushing over her cleavage. "Every inch of you."

She shifted slightly, her hands tightening around his shoulders. "You talk too much," she said, though her voice lacked any real bite.

"And you look too good," he countered, kissing along the curve of her breast through the fabric, his breath warm against her damp skin.

Her chest rose a little faster now, her lips parting as she breathed him in.

"You don't even know what you're doing to me," she said softly, almost as if it slipped out without her meaning to.

Liam smiled against her skin. "I've got a pretty good idea."

His hand slid up her back, fingers splaying wide to keep her close, while his mouth lingered where her nightgown had loosened. He pressed another slow kiss there, then another, savoring her heat.

Kelly's head tilted forward, her forehead resting lightly against the top of his head, and for a few moments, the only sounds were her breathing.

Liam pushed his palm firmly against the floor, his muscles tightening as he shifted his weight. Kelly was still wrapped around him, her arms clinging to his neck and her legs pressed close against his sides. Without warning, he slid one arm under her thighs, gripping firmly as he lifted her clean off the ground.

Her breath caught at the sudden movement, and her eyes widened slightly. He smirked, leaning in close enough for his voice to be a low whisper against her ear.

"Where's your room?"

Kelly tilted her head just enough to glance over his shoulder. Her voice was soft, almost shy, but her eyes betrayed that spark of excitement. "Over there," she said, pointing with a small motion of her chin.

Liam didn't waste time. He turned toward the direction she indicated, carrying her as if she weighed nothing. Her fluffy trousers brushed against his waist, the soft fabric warm from her body heat. Each step he took was steady, deliberate, his grip on her thighs unyielding.

When they reached the door, he pushed it open with his foot. He didn't bother looking around — whatever her room looked like didn't matter. What mattered was her. He kicked the door closed behind them, the faint click of the lock sounding louder in the quiet room.

He walked straight to the bed, lowered her gently, and let her sink into the soft surface. Her back pressed against the mattress, and he hovered above her, his body caging hers in. The dim light from the window slid across her skin, making her look even more irresistible.

His hands moved down to the hem of her shirt. He didn't rush. Each button came undone slowly, his fingers taking their time as his eyes never left hers. The air between them grew heavier with each click of fabric loosening. Kelly's breathing deepened, her chest rising and falling in anticipation.

When the last button gave way, her shirt parted just enough to reveal the shape of her breasts, full and straining against the confines of her bra. Liam's gaze dropped, and his lips curled into a grin.

"Damn, Kelly…" he murmured, his voice low and warm. "You've been hiding these from me?"

She chuckled softly, not even trying to cover herself. "Maybe," she said, her tone teasing, "or maybe you just didn't ask nicely before."

He leaned in and pressed his lips gently against the swell of her cleavage, his breath warm on her skin. Her bra was doing little to contain her curves, and the sight made his pulse quicken.

Kelly didn't shy away. If anything, her back arched slightly, pressing herself closer to him. Excitement was clear in her eyes, in the way her hands rested on his shoulders but didn't push him away.

Liam reached behind her, his fingers finding the clasp of her bra. The snap came easily, the straps loosening as the fabric slid free. When he pulled it away, he took a moment to just… look.

Her breasts were gorgeous — full, round, with smooth mocha-toned skin that seemed to glow even in the faint light. Her nipples were already firm, standing out invitingly.

"You're perfect," he said quietly, his voice carrying a sincerity that made her cheeks flush.

His hands came up, cupping her breasts with deliberate care. They were soft but heavy in his palms, warm and yielding to his touch. His thumbs brushed across her nipples, drawing a quiet gasp from her lips.

He leaned down again, this time letting his tongue trace slow circles around one nipple before pulling it gently into his mouth. Kelly exhaled sharply, her fingers tightening slightly on his shoulders.

"Mmm… Liam…" she murmured, her voice low and shaky.

He alternated between sucking and flicking his tongue, the sensation making her squirm beneath him. His free hand kneaded her other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers before switching sides.

Kelly's head tilted back, her lips parting as soft moans slipped out without her even realizing. The sound spurred him on, and he sucked a little harder, then pulled back to kiss and nibble gently at the sensitive skin just above her nipple.

Her body shifted under him, her legs pressing together in response to the growing heat between them. She bit her lip, looking down at him through half-lidded eyes.

"You're… really taking your time, huh?" she said with a breathless laugh.

"Damn right I am," he replied, giving her another slow squeeze. "You deserve to be appreciated."

He moved to her other breast, repeating the same slow, deliberate attention. His tongue flicked against her nipple before sucking it in, his free hand massaging the one he'd just left. Kelly's breathing grew heavier, her chest rising against his mouth as her fingers slid into his hair.

Her moans became more frequent, each one a little louder than the last, her body responding to every movement he made. Liam could feel the heat radiating from her, the tension in her muscles as she fought to keep control of her reactions.

When he finally pulled back, her breasts glistened faintly from his attention, her nipples still standing firm. She was breathing hard now, her eyes locked on his with a look that was equal parts desire and challenge.