Page 13 of The Library

He rewards me by pushing his fingers deeper, and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips. The sound of my pleasure fills the small space around us, and I feel him smile against my skin, reveling in the power he has over me.

“I knew you would,” he breathes, his voice dark and full of promise. “You were always meant to be mine.”

“Please,” I whisper, my voice barely audible, but I know he hears me. I feel the rumble of his dark, predatory laughter against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

His lips hover near my ear, his breath hot against my neck. “Please what, Lilith?” His voice is a low growl, a command hidden beneath the question. “You want more? You have to beg for it.”

My hips move against his hand without permission, my body betraying me as his fingers slam into me harder, faster. The shame I felt earlier is gone, replaced by raw, desperate desire. I need him to take me over the edge, to push me into that oblivion I’ve been chasing.

“Touch me,” I finally manage to say, my voice trembling, nearly breaking. “Please.”

A dark smirk spreads across his lips, victorious. He’s won, and we both know it. His thumb presses harder against my clit, and his fingers fuck me deeper, faster, until my entire body shudders with release. I come hard, my pussy clenching around his fingers, soaking his hand in the flood of my orgasm.

He pulls his hand away, leaving me gasping, trembling from the intensity of it. I watch as he lifts his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving mine. “Good girl,” he whispers, his voice thick with satisfaction. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

I shake my head, unable to speak, my breath coming out in shallow, ragged gasps. My body is still trembling from the intensity of my release, my mind fogged with the aftermath of pleasure. His fingers just pushed me to the edge and over it, and now I’m lost in the sensation, in the way his touch lingers on my skin, the way he commanded my body so completely. It’s overwhelming—too much and not enough all at once. My legs are weak, my heart racing, and the only thing I can focus on is him, the dark satisfaction in his eyes as he watches me fall apart.

The possessiveness in his voice sends a fresh wave of heat through me, and I can feel my body tightening, preparing to fall over the edge again. I’m so close, teetering on the brink, and I know it won’t take much more for him to push me over one more time.

But he stops.

His hand pulls away, leaving me gasping, trembling, desperate for more. I let out a sound of protest, my body aching for his touch, but he’s already pulled back, stepping away from me, his eyes dark and full of shadows.

“Not yet,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “I let you come once already, but next time? You’ll be begging for it.”

I stare at him, my chest heaving, my body still buzzing with the heat of his touch. The frustration and need are almost unbearable, but there’s something about the way he controls the moment, the way he controlsme, that makes it all the more intoxicating.

He leans in close again, his lips brushing mine but not quite kissing me. “You’ll beg for it, Lilith,” he whispers, his voicesending a shiver down my spine. “And when you do, I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

A soft, desperate moan escapes me, and I manage to whisper, “Sebastian–” before I can finish, he’s gone. I’m left standing there, trembling and breathless, his name lingering on my lips, echoing in my mind.

Sebastian.

Sebastian

Iwatch her as I walk away, knowing she’s still standing there, her body trembling with the need I left her with. That’s the thing about Lilith—she doesn’t yet realize how deeply she craves this, how much sheneedsme.

The sound of my name on her lips was perfect.Sebastian.I didn’t give her more than that. She doesn’t need to know anything else yet. Names are just the surface; what matters is what’s beneath. What I plan to make her feel, what I’m going to do to her—that’s the real introduction. Everything else is just formality.

Her desire was palpable, tangible. I can feel it hanging in the air, still crackling between us even though I’ve left her standing alone. I’ve been waiting for this moment, for her to get just close enough to the edge to understand what I’m offering. But not too close.

I glance over my shoulder as I walk away, and sure enough, she’s still there, trying to regain control of herself. Her cheeks flushed, her breath coming in uneven pants. I wonder if she knows how much she’s given away already. Probably not. She’s used to living in fantasy, reading those books that stir her imagination but never get close to the truth. The reality of what it means to be with a man like me.

She thinks she’s in control, but I know better.

I’ve known since I first saw her that Lilith has a fire inside her, a wildness she’s too afraid to let loose. She doesn’t even fully understand it yet, but I do. It’s what drew me to her in the first place—the way she hides her darkest desires, keeps them locked away, afraid of what they mean. She’s been living in the safety of fiction for too long, using it as a shield. But I’m going to rip that shield away, make her face the truth of who she is.

I want her to give in to me, to submit to what she knows she wants. Not because I demand it, but because, deep down, she’ll realize she can’t deny it anymore.

I’ve spent years perfecting the art of control. It’s a game my father taught me well, though he always preferred brute force. Me? I’ve always known it’s the psychological element that matters—the slow, deliberate manipulation that bends people to your will without them even realizing it. And with Lilith, it’s not just about bending. It’s aboutbreaking, reshaping her into something new, something that’s entirely mine.

I slip into the shadows, watching as she finally moves, still dazed from the intensity of what just happened. She’s walking away now, her steps a little uneven, like she’s trying to make sense of the fact that I just walked out on her.Good.Let her feel it. Let her wonder why I didn’t fully finish what I started. Let her question herself and everything she thinks she knows.

The truth is, I could’ve fucked her right then and there, left her completely undone. But that’s not how I work. She needs to come to me willingly, to understand that the power dynamic between us isn’t about force—it’s aboutsurrender. Real surrender. The kind that makes her realize she’s been searching for this her entire life without ever knowing it. Consent is what makes it beautiful, watching her come to terms with how badly she needs me. To have her beg—completely aware, fully willing—will be the ultimate victory. When she gives herself over, it will be because shewantsto, not because shehasto.

I have no doubt she’ll come back to me. I’ve already seen it in her eyes, the way they widened with a mix of fear and desire the moment I said her name. I could see it in the way her body reacted, even when she was trying so hard to hold herself together.

This is just the beginning.

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