Page 39 of The Library

“Is this what you crave, Lilith?” I growl low against her ear, my lips grazing her skin, my voice rough with desire. “Tell me, darling. Tell me you want me to fuck you like the filthy little whore you are, like the men in those books you can’t stop reading.”

Her breath comes in shallow gasps, her lips trembling as she struggles to form words. I can see the battle in her eyes, the mix of fear and desire warring inside her. She’s on the edge, teetering between what she knows she should want and what she truly craves. And I’m going to push her over that edge.

My other hand slides down her body, gripping her waist, pulling her tight against me. The feel of her soft curves pressed against my hard cock sends a surge of heat straight through me. She whimpers, the sound like music to my ears, and I tighten my grip on her waist, forcing her hips to grind against mine.

“Say it,” I growl, my hand sliding up to tangle in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to make her look up at me. Her wide eyes are filled with lust, her lips parted, her body trembling against mine. “I want to hear you say it, Lilith. I want to hear you admit that you want me to fuck you right here, right now.”

Her lips part, and for a moment, she doesn’t speak, her breath coming in shallow gasps. I watch her, my body tense, waiting for her to give in, waiting for her to surrender to the desire that’s been building between us for weeks. I can see it in her eyes, the hunger, the need. She wants this. She’s been dreaming about it, craving it.

“Please,” she whispers, her voice barely audible, but it’s enough. “I want you.”

Fuck.

I lean in, my lips hovering just above hers, my breath hot against her mouth. “Good girl,” I quietly say, my voice thick with approval. “I knew you would.”

I crush my lips against hers, claiming her with a fierce hunger that’s been clawing at me for too long. Her moan vibrates against my mouth, her body arching into mine, her fingers digging into my arms as if she needs me to hold her up. I kiss her like I already own her—because I do. My tongue slides against hers, tasting her, devouring her, like she’s the only thing that can satisfy the dark hunger inside me.

But it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough. I need to feel more of her, to have her completely, to make her mine in every way. My hand drifts from her throat to her thigh, hiking up her dress,the heat of her soft skin driving me wild. A deep groan escapes me as my fingers slide higher, teasing the edge of her panties, aching to touch that perfect cunt.

I could rip her clothes off and fuck her right here, against these bookshelves, until she screams my name—but I hold back. Barely. Not yet.

I pull back, my breathing ragged, eyes dark with desire as I look down at her. “Not here, Lilith,” I murmur, my voice low and dangerous, thick with control. “Not yet. When I finally fuck you, it won’t be in some bookstore. It’ll be somewhere private, where I can take my time with you, where no one else will hear you scream my name as you beg for more. You’ll be mine in every way, and I’ll make sure you feel it—every inch of you.”

She stares up at me, chest heaving, lips swollen and glistening from our kiss, and I can see the disappointment flash in her eyes. She wants this. She wants me. But she doesn’t get to have it. Not yet. Not like this.

I step back slightly, my hands moving to the edge of her panties under the hem of her dress. She gasps as I slide them down her legs, her breath hitching, her mind already spinning with what she thinks is about to happen. She steps out of them, thinking I’m about to fuck her against the shelves. Instead, I smirk and tuck her soaked panties into my pocket.

“Not yet, darling,” I murmur, smirk deepening, watching the confusion mix with desire on her face.

Without warning, I drop to my knees in front of her. Her eyes widen, but before she can say anything, my mouth is on her, my tongue lashing against her clit. She gasps, her hands flying to my shoulders to steady herself as I devour her pussy like it’s the only thing that can quench the fire burning inside me. I want to push her, to unravel her completely, to taste every part of her without giving her what she craves most.

Her moans grow louder, her legs trembling, and I can feel the way her body reacts, the way she’s losing herself to the pleasure I’m giving her. My tongue flicks, circles, and dives deeper, savoring the sweet taste of her. I groan against her cunt, the vibrations sending her over the edge.

I can tell she’s trying to keep quiet, biting her lip, stifling those delicious sounds so no one hears her in the empty bookstore. The thought makes me smile against her perfectly shaved pussy, the idea of her trying to hold back, trying to stay in control while I tear her apart piece by piece. It only makes me want to push her further, to hear her break under me, knowing that no matter how hard she tries to stay quiet, I’ll make her scream for me.

She comes hard on my tongue, her body shaking. Her moans echo in the empty bookstore, her body trembling as I devour every inch of her. Only then do I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I pull her up for another kiss, making sure she tastes herself on my lips.

She’ll never know, but I locked the doors the moment she stepped inside. The Library is closed now—just the two of us, hidden away from the world. But I don’t tell her that. I don’t let her in on the secret. She likes the thrill, the danger of being caught, and I find it amusing. Another way to have control over her.

She thinks someone could walk in, catch her in this moment of raw vulnerability, but the truth is, she’s mine tonight, with no interruptions. I keep that to myself, knowing that part of what drives her wild is that risk. And the fact that she lets me do this to her, knowing there’s a chance we could be caught, only makes her submission sweeter.

“You taste like fucking heaven,” I murmur against her lips, my voice rough, dark. “The closest I’ll ever get to it.”

As I kiss her, my mind flickers again with the thought of someone watching us right now—someone seeing the way I just made her come all over my mouth, how she’s still trembling from the aftershocks. The idea of it, of being caught devouring her like this, almost gets me off as much as the taste of her pussy does. The thought of them watching, of knowing she’s mine to break, to pleasure, sends a dark thrill through me that I can’t shake.

I pull back slightly, my lips brushing hers as I growl, “You should know something, Lilith.” My hand tightens around her waist, pulling her flush against me. “You are the only person I will ever get on my knees for. The only one I’ll ever fucking worship like this.”

I watch her eyes widen in response, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and the raw truth of the moment hits her just as hard as it does me. “And next time, you’ll beg for it.”

Lilith

What the literal fuck? He just did that and then walked away? My mind is spinning as I lean back against the bookshelf, my heart still racing, my legs trembling from the intensity of what just happened. The way his hand wrapped around my throat, the pressure just enough to make me feel his control but not too much to hurt me. And then he got on his knees, without warning, and ate my pussy until I came all over his mouth. I’m still reeling from the way his tongue moved inside me, the way he devoured me like he was starving for it. The intensity, the raw need, I felt it all.

And then, as if to make sure I wouldn’t forget, he pulled me up and kissed me—hard—making me taste myself on his lips.“You taste like fucking heaven, as close as I’ll ever get to it.”His words replay in my mind, sending a jolt of heat straight to my core. He didn’t stop there, though. The way he looked at me, his eyes dark and possessive, before whispering,“You are the only person I will ever get on my knees for. The only one I’ll ever fucking worship like this.”

And then…he just left. Like he didn’t just promise to ruin me. Like he didn’t just make me come on his fucking face and then walk away as if it was nothing.“Not here. Not yet.”Those words echo in my mind, sending a shiver down my spine. Does that mean tonight he’s going to fuck me? What does that even mean?

I can still feel his lips against my ear, whispering, “before you start calling out for god, Lilith… you should know that I am the only god you’ll ever know.”Those words have been burned into my mind, seared into my skin as if they’ve become a part of me.He’s the only god I’ll ever know?

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