Page 11 of The Library

“Say it,” he whispers, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear, sending another wave of heat through me. “Tell me you’ve been thinking about me.”

I swallow hard, my hands curling into fists at my sides, my body betraying me as I lean closer to him. “I…” The words catch in my throat, and I shake my head, trying to fight against the pull he has over me. But it’s useless. I’m already caught in his web. “I have.”

The confession slips from my lips before I can stop it, and the second it does, his grip on my neck tightens just enough to make me gasp. He’s so close now, I can feel the hard lines of his body pressing against mine, and it’s intoxicating—the way he makes me feel. Like I’m powerless. Like I already belong to him.

“Good girl,” he whispers, his voice low and dangerous, and my body responds to the praise in ways I can’t control. Heat pulses through me, my nipples hardening under my thin sweater as the wetness between my legs grows unbearable. I’m drowning in him, in the way he’s taken over every part of me without even trying.

He presses his body against mine, pinning me to the bookshelf behind me, and I can feel the hardness of him through his jeans, pressing into my stomach. A whimper escapes my lipsbefore I can stop it, and I immediately bite down on my lip, hating the way I’m falling apart in his arms.

“You’re already mine,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my jawline as his hand moves down to my waist, pulling me even closer. “You just don’t know it yet.”

His words send a rush of heat straight to my pussy, and I squeeze my thighs together, desperate for some kind of relief from the throbbing ache he’s caused. I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want him. But I do. I want it so fucking bad it’s unreal.

His hand moves lower, skimming the hem of my sweater, teasing the bare skin of my stomach as his lips ghost over my throat. I tilt my head back, giving him better access, and the second I do, his lips find the sensitive skin there, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the hollow of my throat.

“You feel that?” he asks, his voice a low growl against my skin as his hand slides beneath my sweater, his fingers brushing the waistband of my jeans. “That’s what you’ve been craving, isn’t it?”

I don’t answer, but the way my body arches into his touch is answer enough. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and he’s not going to stop until I’m begging for him.

Sebastian

Iwatch her unravel, piece by piece, under my touch. The way her body responds to me—it’s like she was made for this, forme. She may not fully understand it yet, but she’s giving in to me already, and that knowledge sends a dark thrill coursing through me.

Lilith has no idea what’s coming for her. She still thinks she has control, that she can fight what’s happening between us. But I see the truth in her eyes, in the way her body arches toward me, even when her mind screams no. She’s been craving this—me—long before she even knew who I was.

I feel her shudder against me, her breath hitching as my hand skims under her sweater. Her skin is warm, soft, and the thought of having all of her—mind, body, and soul—makes my cock throb with the need to fuck her. She has no clue how close I am to fucking her right here, right now, in this quiet corner of this shop. And god, she’d love every second of it.

I can sense it in the way she’s trembling, the way she squeezes her thighs together, desperate for relief. She thinks she can hide it from me, but I know her better than she knows herself. I’ve spent countless hours studying her, memorizing every little quirk, every tiny detail that gives her away.

Her body speaks louder than her words ever could. She wants me, even if she won’t admit it out loud.

I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear as I push myself against her so she can feel how hard I am. “You’re so fucking perfect, Lilith.” The words are a whisper, but they carry weight, a promise of everything that’s about to happen. “Do you feel how much I want you?”

She shivers at my words, and I feel the tension in her body growing, her arousal building with every second that passes. She’s teetering on the edge, and I’m going to push her right over. And she willgladlyfall.

Her lips part, and a soft moan escapes, almost involuntary. That sound—it nearly undoes me. My fingers tighten on her waist, pulling her closer until she can feel just how hard I am against her. Her breathing quickens, her chest rising and falling against mine, and I swear I can feel the rapid beat of her heart through her skin.

But I’m not going to give her what she wants just yet. Not until I’ve drawn every last ounce of pleasure, every last drop of surrender, from her.

I let my hand drift lower, to the waistband of her jeans. I can feel the tension in her, the way her body screams for more, for me to fuck her. But I won’t give her that satisfaction. Not yet.

Instead, I dip my fingers just beneath the edge of her jeans, grazing the sensitive skin there, teasing her, pushing her further into the madness she’s fighting so hard to deny. Her body jerks, hips shifting toward me, desperate for more.

“Tell me, Lilith,” I growl, my lips grazing her ear again. “Tell me you’ve been thinking about me. About this.”

Her breath catches in her throat, and for a moment, I think she’s going to resist. But then I hear it—a soft, broken whisper.

“I have,” she breathes, her voice shaky and laced with need.

Fuck. Hearing her admit it makes the control I’ve been holding onto slip just a little more. My grip tightens, and I pressher harder against the bookshelf behind us, pinning her there, my body flush against hers.

“Good girl,” I murmur, my lips grazing the side of her neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. She trembles beneath me, melting into my touch. She’s already halfway there, and she doesn’t even realize it.

I let my hand trail lower again, this time slipping further beneath the waistband of her jeans. Her breath hitches, and I can feel the heat radiating from her, the wetness already soaking through her panties.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I groan, more to myself than to her, but I know she can feel the effect she’s having on me. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? Waiting forme.”

She doesn’t respond with words, but her body tells me everything I need to know. She arches toward me, her back curving as she tries to fuck herself with my fingers, pushing them deeper into her tight cunt, her breath coming out in soft, ragged gasps. The tension between us is suffocating, and I can feel her need, her desperation, building to a breaking point.

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