Liam was lost in the sensations, the lust taking over and any thoughts of his own drifting to the back. He knew what to do, every little movement that could heighten pleasure.
He kept Ainsley up against the wall, not giving the man a way out even if he'd wanted it. When he pulled out of the kiss, Liam's head dropped down to his shoulder, the man's heartbeat pounding loudly in his ear. He nearly just did it right then and there, but then they were kissing again and he could nearly lose the bloodlust to just plain lust again.
After a few moments, however, Liam pulled back suddenly. His hand tangled in the front of Ainsley's shirt to lead him back towards his room. The setting wasn't perfect yet, it wasn't as good as it could be. But he was hungry, and they were damn near close, and the man just smelled so delicious.
Once in, Liam began unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on his shirt. "Take it off," he said to Ainsley. His voice was guttural and damn near animalistic.