Page 12 of The Library

I press my lips to her neck, my teeth grazing her skin, and she moans, her hands clutching at my shirt as if she’s afraid to let go. But I’m not going to let her fall—not yet. I want her right at the edge, teetering between pleasure and madness, until there’s nothing left but her need for me.

Her moan is soft, but it’s enough to make my control slip a little further. I press my finger against her, teasing, rubbing her clit with my thumb, but not giving her what she’s begging for.

She’s trembling beneath me, and I can feel her pulse racing under my fingertips. The way her body reacts to my touch is intoxicating, and I revel in the power I have over her. I lean closer, my lips brushing against her skin, just enough to make her shiver.

“Tell me you’ve thought about this,” I growl, my voice low and rough, each word dripping with command. “Tell me you’ve imagined my hands on you, touching you.”

Her voice is barely a whisper, shaky and breathless. “I have,” she says, struggling to get the words out. “I’ve thought about it.”

A dark satisfaction courses through me. Of course she has. I tighten my grip on her, possessive, as I push my fingers deeper, her slick heat wrapping around them. The moan that escapes her lips is music to my ears, and I smirk against her skin. She’s mine—she just doesn’t fully realize it yet.

“I knew you would,” I murmur against her neck, my voice filled with the promise of everything I’m going to do to her. “You were always meant to be mine.”

She’s soft, pleading, barely able to form words, and it makes my cock throb in response. “Please,” she whispers, desperate, and I can’t help but chuckle darkly. Her need is palpable, and I love how powerless she is under my control.

I bring my lips to her ear, letting my breath brush against her neck, feeling the way her body tenses. “Please what, Lilith?” I ask, my voice a low growl, the hunger creeping into every syllable. “You want more? You have to beg for it.”

I can feel the weight of her desire, the tension between us reaching a boiling point. And as I wait for her to break, I know that no matter how much she tries to fight it, she’ll always come back to me—begging for more.

“Touch me,” she finally manages to say, her voice trembling. “Please.”

A smirk spreads across my lips. Dark. Victorious. I’ve won, and we both know it. My fingers slide back into her pussy, brushing against her, and her body reacts instantly, her hips moving hard against my hand without permission.

Without warning, I plunge my fingers deep inside her, fucking her relentlessly. Her moans grow louder, moredesperate, as her body tightens around me. I don’t stop, not until I feel her shatter, her release soaking my hand as she comes, trembling and gasping, completely undone by my touch.

I press my lips to her neck, my teeth grazing her skin, and I feel her entire body tense. Slowly, I pull my cum-soaked fingers out of her, bringing them to my mouth, licking them clean with deliberate, slow strokes. Her eyes widen as she watches, her breath still ragged.

“Good girl,” I whisper against her ear, my voice low and dangerous. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She’s so close, on the edge of collapse, and I know it won’t take much more for me to push her over. I’m too close to that edge too, and I need to stop now before I end up bending her over right here and fucking her until she’s screaming my name.

So I stop.

My hand pulls away, leaving her gasping, trembling, desperate for more. She lets out a sound of protest, but I’ve already stepped back, pulling away from her.

“Not yet,” I say, my voice low and commanding. “You came for me once, but next time… next time you’ll be begging for it.”

I lean in close, my lips barely grazing hers, teasing her with the promise of a kiss. “You’ll beg for it, Lilith,” I whisper, watching the shiver that runs through her. The control I have over her is intoxicating. “And when you do, I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

I feel her body tense, her nails digging into my arms as her breath comes out in quick, shallow gasps. She’s so fucking close, and she has no idea that I’m just getting started.

Lilith

Ican’t believe I’m letting this happen.

Every fiber of my body is screaming at me to stop, to run, to put distance between myself and the heat radiating off his body. But I can’t. His presence pulls me in, tethering me to him in a way I don’t fully understand. It’s like he’s wrapped his hands around my throat, but instead of fear, I’m craving more.

I should be ashamed. The way I’m melting into his touch, the way my body responds to him without a single thought of resistance. I can barely think, my mind spinning with every brush of his hand, every dark word that falls from his lips. The desire coursing through me is like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and I’m losing myself in it—losing myself inhim.

His thumb rubs over my clit, teasing it in slow circles while his fingers slam into me, fucking my pussy with a relentless rhythm. I can’t hold back the moan that escapes me, my body reacting to every touch, every movement. The wetness between my legs is undeniable, flooding over his fingers as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

I want to fight it, to hold on to some shred of control, but I can’t. Not with him. He’s got me right where he wants me, and the way he’s fucking me with his hand, the pressure building inside me, I know I’m about to break.

“Tell me you’ve thought about this,” he growls against my skin, his voice low and rough. “Tell me you’ve imagined my hands on you, touching you.”

“I have,” I whisper, barely able to get the words out. “I’ve thought about it.”

His grip on me tightens, and I can feel the satisfaction radiating from him. He’s playing me like a puppet, pulling the strings, and I’m helpless to stop him. I don’twantto stop him.

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