Page 110 of The Library

“Spread your legs,” he growls.

I obey, looking at my reflection in the mirror, meeting his gaze as he stands behind me. His eyes trail over me, biting his lip as he takes in every inch of my body.

His eyes lock with mine in the mirror, and a wicked smile spreads across his face.

Without warning, he wraps the belt around my neck and slams into me, hard and deep. I let out a muffled cry, struggling to breathe as he tightens the belt, keeping me on the edge of consciousness.

“Watch yourself, baby,” he growls. “Watch yourself as I keep you right on the edge while I fuck you.”

I try to keep my gaze steady, but my vision is blurring, spots forming as the air slips from my lungs.

Just as I’m about to black out, he loosens the belt, allowing me a gasp of air.

“Now come for me, darling,” he growls into my ear.

And with a few more hard thrusts I explode, my body trembling and clenching around him as I come harder than I ever have before. My vision blurs again, but this time it’s from the sheer intensity of the orgasm. My entire body shudders as he continues to thrust into me, riding me through the wave of pleasure. I can hear his ragged breath behind me, feel his hands tighten around the belt as he fucks me even harder, as if he’s determined to push me to the brink all over again.

My knees are weak, my body barely able to hold itself up against the counter, but he doesn’t stop. He tightens the belt around my neck again, just enough to make me gasp, my eyes locked with his in the mirror. I’m watching myself come undone for him, and it’s the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced.

“Look at yourself,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear. “Look how fucking beautiful you are when you break for me.”

I try to hold his gaze in the mirror, but the intensity of it all is overwhelming. I can feel another orgasm building, my body so responsive to him, so desperate to give him everything he demands.

“Come again, Lilith,” he commands, his voice thick with need.

And I do. Harder this time, my body completely giving in to him, convulsing around his cock as he pounds into me. I can feel the heat of his release building inside him, feel the tension in his muscles as he nears the edge. And then, with a final thrust, he spills into me, his come mixing with mine, both of us a tangled, sweaty mess as we finally collapse against the counter.

He loosens the belt around my neck, pulling it away entirely, and I gasp for air, my lungs burning with the rush of oxygen. But I don’t move. I stay bent over the counter, my hands still cuffed behind me, my body trembling from the intensity of it all.

Sebastian leans over me, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, “You’re mine, Lilith. My perfect fucking whore.”

A shiver runs down my spine at his words, and I know that he’s right. I am his. Completely. But in that moment, I also know that he’s mine. Just as much.

He unfastens the handcuffs, his hands gentle now, lifting me into his arms as if I weigh nothing. My body is sore, every nerve still tingling from what he just did to me. But instead of leaving me, he carries me to the master bathroom. He always cleans me up after he breaks me.

He sets me on the counter, his touch almost tender, and turns to start drawing a bath, filling it with bubbles. Carrying me over to the clawfoot tub and then leaving me for a moment.

I watch him as he walks back in, leaning my head against the cool porcelain of the tub, my skin still flushed from our time together. He’s calm now, but I can see the dark satisfaction lingering in his eyes. I know he’s replaying everything, just like Iam. The game we play. The running. The hiding. But I know, as well as he does, that he’ll always catch me. Every time.

He kneels beside the tub, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from my face. I can’t help but smile at him. He looks at me like I’m his world, and in this moment, with the heat of the bath and his eyes on mine, I believe it.

Maybe this is everything he’s ever wanted. Maybe, for a second, it’s everything I’ve ever wanted too.

My body melts into his, exhausted and sated, as he carries me to the bed after washing my body. He lays me down gently, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead as he wraps me in his warmth.

“I love watching you take every inch of me,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough with affection. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

My heart swells at his praise, my insides melting at the sound of his voice. No matter how rough he is with me, no matter how much he pushes me to my limits, he always makes me feel cherished. Loved.

“I love you,” I whisper, my voice weak but full of sincerity.

“I love you too,” he replies, his lips brushing against my temple as he pulls me closer.

As I lay there, my mind inevitably drifts to the kids. They’re all at school now, growing up faster than I ever imagined. Morrigan is almost old enough to start becoming involved in the Society. Though she already knows so much more than most would think, I can’t help but feel a pang of worry. She’s sharp, capable, and fierce—just like me—but that doesn’t ease the tension in my chest.

I know what’s coming, the world she’s about to step into. She’s ready for it, more than ready, but as her mother, I’m not sure I’ll ever be fully prepared to watch her walk into the darkness.

“Do you think Morrigan is ready for it?” I ask quietly, my voice breaking the comfortable silence between us.

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