Page 108 of The Library

“Let them hear you cry for me, baby,” I growl in her ear, my voice low and rough. “Let them know who you belong to.”

I thrust harder, my fingers digging into her hips as her cries grow louder, echoing through the room. The sound of her voice, the way she gasps and begs for more, drives me wild. Every part of her tightens around me, and I lean closer, my breath hot against her ear.

“You look so fucking beautiful when you cry for me,” I murmur, the words dripping with both lust and possession. “Keep crying for me, Lilith. Let them hear every fucking sound.”

She trembles beneath me, her body surrendering to every thrust, and it’s perfect. She’s perfect. And the thought of everyone knowing how desperately she belongs to me only pushes me further.

But it’s more than just fucking. It’s always been more than that with Lilith.

She’s my equal, my partner in every sense of the word. As I move inside her, as I feel her body responding to mine, I know that this is where I belong—with her. Always.

My pace quickens, my body moving with a mind of its own as I drive my cock into her, hard and fast. Each thrust brings us closer to the edge, the tension between us building to a fever pitch. She’s moaning beneath me, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin drawing blood, and Ifucking love it. I love knowing that I can push her to the brink, bring her to the edge, and then pull her back again.

And when she finally breaks, when her body shudders as she comes all over my cock, her cries filling the room, I follow her, my own release crashing over me like a tidal wave.

For a long moment, we just lie there, our bodies tangled together, our breathing heavy and ragged. But even in the aftermath, the connection between us remains, stronger than ever. Lilith isn’t just the woman I love—She’s the other half of my soul. She’s the only person who understands me, who knows me fully. The one I will dance in the dark with, through all the shadows and chaos that surround us. She’s mine, and I’m hers—bound by something deeper than just love or lust. Something primal. Something eternal.

As I look down at her, at the woman who has consumed my darkness and made it her own, I know that nothing will ever come between us. We’re in this together. Forever.

“I love you,” I murmur softly, the words heavy with conviction.

“And I love you,” she whispers back, her eyes shining with the same intensity, the same passion that has always been there.

I roll onto my back, pulling her with me, and as she rests her head on my chest, my mind drifts to the future. Our family. Our children. Saint and Cain, our twin boys, who already show signs of the power that runs through their veins. They’ll be unstoppable one day. I’ll make sure of that. And our daughter, who will be born soon, will be just as strong. She’ll have her brothers to protect her, and she’ll have the same darkness inside her that we do.

But right now, in this moment, I’m happy just to have Lilith by my side. She’s mine, and I’m hers. And together, we are unstoppable.

Lilith

15 years later.

I close my MacBook and roll my neck.

Finally.

Sebastian plants a kiss on the side of my temple, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine, igniting that familiar energy between us. I close my eyes, drinking in the sensation—the undeniable pull that never fades, the way his presence always makes my body tremble with excitement for him. Heat rises to my cheeks, that delicious blush spreading through me because I know exactly what’s about to follow.

“Finished already?” he asks, a smirk tugging at those lips that have devoured me countless times.

I nod. “Finished.”

I’m sending the final copy of my latest book to my agent after approving what my editor has done.

I’m a bestselling author. I did that. The power I’ve come into by being with Sebastian may have given me an edge, but the books? That was all me. I spent what felt like a lifetime writing my first one, sending it to anyone who might take a chance on me. And then it happened—it all took off from there.

Now, the books I’ve written over the last few years fill the shelves of bookstores across the world—just like the one Sebastian slammed me into the first time he slid his fingers inside me. My readers devour my stories, always begging formore, just like I do for him. Little do they know those fictional dark romances are inspired by my real-life adventures—especially the sexual ones. He gave me that. He gave me all of this—the power, the love, and the wildest fantasies that now fill the pages my readers crave.

Just as my mind starts to wander, his hand slips onto my nipple, interrupting my thoughts in the most delicious way. My entire core ignites, my pussy soaked in an instant.

“Why don’t we give them another story to read,” he murmurs, his teeth grazing my bottom lip, biting it, making it bleed before his tongue soothes the sting.

“Only if you can catch me,” I reply with a dangerous grin that now has blood in it.

He spins my chair around, stopping it so abruptly I nearly fall out. His eyes are dark with that familiar hunger, and I know exactly what that look means. Biting my lip in anticipation, I let him trace his thumb over my bloodied mouth, gently pressing against where my teeth dig into my bottom lip. Without hesitation, I suck his thumb into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, teasing him.

He pulls his thumb out, his eyes growing wilder by the second.

A terrifyingly beautiful smile spreads across his face. “Run,” he growls in my ear, his voice dripping with arousal. “You know what happens when I catch you.”

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