Page 104 of The Library

“Yes,” she gasped, her hips bucking against my hand. “Please, Sebastian. Fuck me.”

That was all I needed. I went and locked our bedroom door before stripping myself bare for her. I positioned myself at her entrance, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist as I thrust into her, deep and hard. Her cry of pleasure echoed through the room, and I groaned as I felt her tighten around me, her body trembling beneath mine.

I didn’t care who else was in the house, didn’t care if they heard her cry for me or moan my name. Let them. Let them all hear. I was claiming my wife, marking what was mine. Let the whole world know she was mine. Every sound, every shuddering breath she took was for me.

And I reveled in it.

For a brief moment, I considered making love to her—soft, gentle, the way a husband is supposed to. But then I remembered who we were. My wife didn’t need that from me right now. Not after everything. She had my love, every part of me belonged to her, but what she needed tonight was something darker.

“Fuck me,” she had whispered, her voice dripping with need, her eyes blazing with the same hunger that burned through my veins. That’s when I knew. She didn’t need tenderness right now. She needed me to claim her, to fuck her in a way that reminded her exactly who she was—who we were.

I gripped her hips harder, pulling her closer as I drove into her, each thrust harder than the last. She didn’t need gentle. She needed to feel that side of me, the side that owned her completely. The side of me she now loved more than anything else. The side she’d fought so hard to bring out—and won.

Her nails dug into my back, her moans filling the room, and I lost myself in her, in the raw, primal connection that only we could have. She was mine, and I was hers. Always.

As our bodies tangled together, the room filled with her cries and our bodies hitting each other as I slammed myself into her, Lilith’s breath came out in ragged gasps, her nails digging into my back. Her eyes met mine, a fierce intensity burning in them that made my heart race faster, made my cock throb deeper inside her.

Between moans, her voice came out breathless but filled with certainty. “You were right,” she gasped. “I prayed for you while I was gone. I prayed to you, Sebastian. And you answered those prayers. You told me you were the only god that would ever save me.”

Her words sent a dark thrill through me, and I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face as I fucked her harder, myhands gripping her body possessively. My chest rumbled with laughter as I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear.

“Lilith,” I growled, my voice thick with lust, “I will always answer your cries. And I’ll fuck you every day, make you feel like you’re in heaven.”

She moaned at my words, arching her back, giving herself to me completely.

“I love you,” I whispered against her ear as I moved inside her, my pace slow and steady at first, savoring the feeling of being inside her, of having her like this again. But as her body responded to mine, I couldn’t hold back. I began to move faster, harder, her cries only making my cock harder.

She moaned my name, her nails digging into my shoulders as I pounded into her, the bed shaking beneath us. Her body arched, her hips meeting every thrust as I pushed her closer to the edge. Tears poured out of her eyes, and I kissed them off her cheeks.

“I’ll burn this whole fucking world down for you,” I growled, my voice thick with emotion as I thrust into her harder, deeper. “I’ll give you everything you deserve, Lilith. Everything.”

Her breath hitched, her body tightening around me as she neared her release, her eyes shining with tears of pleasure.

Her body trembled beneath mine, and I knew she was close.

“Come for me, Lilith,” I whispered, my hand sliding between us to rub her clit, pushing her over the edge. “Come for me, baby.”

And she did. Her body tightened around me, her cry of pleasure filling the room as she shattered beneath me. I followed her seconds later, groaning as I came, my body shaking with the force of my release.

We lay there together, our bodies tangled, our breaths ragged. I kissed her softly, my heart pounding with love, withrelief. She was mine. She had always been mine, and now, with our children growing inside her, she would be mine forever.

As I pulled her close, my heart swelled with a fierce, protective love. I would do anything for her.Anything.

“I love you, Lilith,” I whispered, brushing her hair from her face as she rested her head on my chest. “I will always love you.”

And I would. Forever.

Lilith

Three years later.

Sebastian sits at the head of the table, his presence dominating the room even though he barely moves. His large tattooed body sinks into the black leather and wooden chair, making it look like a throne—his throne. His body is relaxed, but his aura is anything but. Power radiates from him, bending the air around him, thickening the tension with every subtle shift of his gaze. He is powerful—ruthless, because he must be. That lethal combination has made him who he is today: a man who could end lives with a single word. His presence alone is a reminder of why no one dares challenge him.

But I see beyond the man they fear. I see the one who holds me close at night, who whispers my name like a prayer when no one else is watching. I see the man who has allowed me to step into his darkness, not as a bystander, but as his equal.

The air in the room is thick with tension as the men seated around the table listen intently to the strategy Sebastian outlines. Their eyes shift nervously between him and the maps spread before them, sensing the weight of his authority. Ty, seated to his right, is his calm, collected self, the steady hand that tempers the storm that is Sebastian. But even Ty defers to him fully now, aware that this is no longer just a partnership—this is Sebastian’s empire. The one he inherited. The one he forged with blood and iron. Ty had made his choice. He didn’twant to take the lead; he wanted to be Sebastian’s right-hand man. He preferred the violence, the thrill of taking lives, rather than the burden of strategic decisions. It was the chaos and bloodshed that called to him, not the responsibility of leading.

It’s been two years since Sebastian fully took control of the business. Two years since Ty officially became his right-hand man. And two years since Anna became a part of this family. I remember their wedding that spring, how radiant she looked, glowing with joy. Now Anna is pregnant with their first child, a little girl. It’s strange to think about how our daughters will grow up together in this world, a world built on shadows. But it feels right. They’ll be different, just like we are. Tied together in ways neither of them will understand for a long time.

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