Page 107 of The Library

“Lilith,” I growl, my voice rough with need. “I’m going to remind you of that every fucking day.”

She doesn’t need to respond. The way her body reacts to me is all the confirmation I need.

I pull her closer, my hands sliding up her sides as I crush my lips against hers. She melts into me, her body surrendering completely, and I revel in the control, the power of knowing that she’s mine. This is who we are. And as I kiss her, as the heat between us builds, I’m reminded of everything we’ve built together.

The empire. The family. The future.

Our daughter, still growing inside her, will be the final piece of our family. She’ll be strong, just like Lilith. Just like her brothers. And one day, she’ll take her place in this world. Ty andAnna’s daughter will grow up alongside her, and one day, one of our sons will likely marry their daughter, cementing the bond between our families and the Society. It will be the perfect union. The final step in securing everything we’ve built.

I think about that future, about what we’ve created, and I know, without a doubt, that it’s unstoppable. Our children will carry on what we’ve started. They’ll be raised in the shadows, but they’ll never fear the darkness. They’ll learn to wield it, control it, just as Lilith and I have. And when the time comes, they’ll inherit everything—our empire, our power, our legacy.

Lilith moans softly beneath me, her body trembling as my hands continue to explore her beautiful body. There’s always this tension between us, this game we play, pushing each other to the edge and then pulling back just enough to keep the fire burning. And right now, I want to let her simmer. I want to feel her frustration, her need for me building. She can’t have all of me just yet.

I pull back slightly, my eyes locking onto hers, and I see the desire, the fire burning in her gaze. Her lips are swollen from my kiss, her breath coming in shallow pants, and her chest is flushed. She looks fucking perfect.

“You’ll have to wait,” I murmur with a smirk, tugging at the corners of my lips. “Patience, Lilith.”

She narrows her eyes at me, her body taut with a mix of frustration and anticipation, and I fucking love it. Knowing that I can push her to the edge, only to pull her back—that’s the thrill. That’s the control I thrive on. But as much as I want to draw it out, I can’t hold back for long either. My cock is hard, pressing against my pants, and every second I have her this close makes it harder to keep control.

Lilith is the only woman who has ever made me feel like this, the only person who has ever had this kind of power over me. And she knows it. She knows exactly what she does to me.

Her hand reaches for my chest, her fingers curling into my shirt as she leans in close, her voice a low, breathy whisper in my ear. “Fuck me, Sebastian.”

Just like that, the control I’ve been holding onto slips.

A growl escapes my throat, low and primal, as my hands tighten on her hips. I pull her closer, pinning her against the edge of the table. The cool wood digs into her back, but she doesn’t care. Her legs wrap around my waist, her body arching against mine, and all I can think about is fucking her wet pussy, reminding her exactly who she belongs to.

But it’s more than that. It’s always more than just the physical with us.

Lilith and I—we’re connected on a level that goes far beyond lust. She’s seen the deepest, darkest parts of me, the parts no one else gets to see, and she’s embraced them. She’s taken my darkness into herself, made it her own, and that only makes me want her more. It’s not just about wanting her body—it’s about needing her, the way she completes the shadows that surround me.

I kiss her hard, my lips crashing against hers as my hands move up her thigh, teasing her slick cunt. She gasps into my mouth, her body trembling with need, and I can feel the tension between us building, threatening to spill over.

“Sebastian,” she moans, her voice breathless, full of desire.

Fuck, I love hearing her say my name like that.

I pull back just enough to look into her eyes, to see the hunger, the need that’s mirrored in my own gaze. My hands grip her hips, pulling her closer, and I can feel the heat radiating from her. My cock throbs, the need to be inside her overwhelming, and I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear as I growl, “I love you.”

“I love you, Sebastian. Now fuck me.” she whispers back to me through ragged breaths.

Her words send a shock wave through me, a surge of possession and need. I can’t hold back any longer.

With one swift movement, I spin her around and lay her over the table, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist as I press her body flush against mine. The heat between us is palpable, raw. My hands slide up her back, gripping the thin fabric of her dress, and in a single motion, I tear it away from her body. The sound of the fabric ripping fills the room, but neither of us care.

Her hands brace against the table as I hold her hips in place, the need between us undeniable. I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear as I growl, “You love being my whore, don’t you? You know you fucking do.”

She lets out a sharp moan as I press harder against her, my grip tightening. She can feel my hard cock through my clothes, she knows just how bad I need her. “You’re going to take everything I give you. Like the perfect slut you are.”

She gasps, her eyes wide with excitement and anticipation, and I can see the fire in her gaze. She wants this just as much as I do.

I strip off my clothes, my eyes never leaving hers. When I’m finally free of my shirt and pants, I crawl over her, my hands gripping her wrists as I pin her to the table. She moans softly, her body arching beneath mine, and I can feel her wet cunt, slick and ready.

I don’t wait any longer. With one hard thrust, I’m inside her wet pussy, and she cries out, her body tightening around me as I fill her completely. The heat between us is almost unbearable, the desire that’s been building finally spilling over as I fuck her, as I claim her.

I know the guys from the meeting are still somewhere in the building, probably lingering, pretending they didn’t hear the door lock behind them. But I don’t care. Let them hear herscream my name, let them hear her beg for me. She’s mine, and I fucking want them to know it.

I won’t ever let anyone see me fuck her. No one gets that privilege, but if Lilith wants to put on a show with those perfect cries and desperate gasps—so be it. It amuses me. I grip her hips harder, feeling her pulse around me as I thrust my cock deeper, harder. She’s trembling beneath me, her body arching, and I know the sounds she’s making are only fueling what little control I have left.

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