Page 38 of The Library

And yet, I can’t shake the feeling of being watched. Just to be safe, I take a quick glance around, scanning both sides of the aisle. Nothing. I’m being paranoid. It’s probably that damn psychological thriller I just read, I think, shaking my head. I turn back to the books, forcing myself to concentrate, but then… I smell it.

His cologne. The scent is subtle but intoxicating, pulling me right back to our first encounter. God, that was embarrassing. I can still feel the heat of shame from bumping into him, spilling all my dirty little secrets—those books. The way he looked at me, like he knew every filthy thought running through my mind.

“Seriously, Lily,” I mutter again, a little louder this time, “how pathetic are you? Thinking you’re just going to run into him here again, and he’s going to finally fuck you up against these books.” I laugh at the ridiculousness of my own thoughts,but the heat between my legs doesn’t lie. Every night since I’ve met him, I’ve been waking up soaking wet, my sheets tangled around me, his name on my lips.

I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the shameless fantasies, but my body betrays me. I remember the hardness of his tattooed muscles when I slammed into him, the way he towered over me. His belt at eye level, perfect for me to be on my knees, taking every inch of his hard cock into my mouth. My breath hitches at the thought, and a shiver runs down my spine.

The way his hands gripped that book. The things he’s whispered to me, the way he kissed me last night. And then there was that time—fuck—the way he fingered me until I came all over his hand, his dark eyes never leaving mine as he licked it off like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to suppress the growing ache inside me. Ugh! I sigh in frustration, cutting off my thoughts before they spiral out of control.

But then… I feel it. Warm breath on the back of my neck.

This isn’t in my head. This is real.

I whirl around so fast I almost lose my balance. And then, those hands—the same ones I’d just been fantasizing about, the same hands I came all over—wrap around my throat. The pressure is immediate, firm but not enough to cut off my air completely. Just enough to remind me who’s in control.

Sebastian.

His presence consumes me in an instant. The heat of his body, the way his hand wraps perfectly around my neck, makes my pulse race. My heart pounds so hard I can feel it in my ears. The room around me fades, and it’s just us. His touch, his control.

“Miss me?” His voice is low, dangerous, vibrating through me.

I can’t speak. My body responds before my mind even catches up, my breath coming in shallow gasps, my legs trembling. I should be terrified, but I’m not. I’m fucking turned on. Every inch of me is on fire, every nerve in my body alive and tingling with need.

He tightens his grip just slightly, leaning down so his lips are barely a breath away from my ear. “You talk to yourself a lot, don’t you, Lilith?” His tone is mocking, teasing. He knows exactly what I was thinking about. And the worst part? He’s not wrong.

I try to speak, but the words get caught in my throat. I feel exposed, vulnerable, like he can see straight through me, right down to the filthy thoughts I was having just moments before. My body trembles against his, my pussy aching with a need I can’t explain.

“You think I didn’t hear what you said?” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “You want me to fuck you here? Is that it, Lilith? You want me to ruin you right here, in this bookstore, where anyone could see?”

The words send a jolt of heat straight to my pussy. My mind is spinning, and I feel like I’m drowning in the intensity of him, completely consumed by the dark, predatory energy that rolls off him in waves.

His hand tightens a little more around my throat, just enough to make me gasp, my nipples hardening against the fabric of my dress. Shit, he’s barely touching me, and I’m already coming undone. The wetness between my thighs is undeniable, my body responding to him in a way I can’t control.

I shake my head, trying to deny it, but my body betrays me. I want him. I want every filthy, sinful thing he’s offering. I want him to fuck me right here, right now, against the shelves, with people just steps away—oblivious to how close I am to falling apart for him.

He smirks against my ear, his lips brushing my skin, sending another wave of desire crashing through me. “Don’t lie to me, Lilith. I can feel how much you want it. Your body’s already begging for me.”

But before I can even process the thought, he releases his hold on my throat, stepping back just enough to let the air fill my lungs again, leaving me breathless and aching for more.

“Oh my god,” I say with a ragged breath, my pulse racing as I catch the dark glint in his eyes.

Sebastian

“Before you start calling out for god, Lilith,” I growl low in her ear, my voice thick with desire, “you should know that I am the only god you’ll ever know. I’ll take you to heaven and drag you to hell.”

I push her roughly against the bookshelf, her small body colliding with the wooden frame as books tumble to the floor around us. My hand wraps around her delicate throat again, not cutting off her air completely, just enough to remind her who’s in control. Her skin feels like fire beneath my palm, her pulse racing under my grip. Fuck, she’s tiny compared to me—so easy to dominate, to control. Every woman should have accessories, and my hand around her neck is the perfect necklace for her. Soon, it’ll be her favorite, the one she craves.

Her eyes widen as I lean in closer, my cock throbbing painfully against the zipper of my jeans. I press it hard against her, letting her feel just how much I want her, how badly I’ve needed this moment. The heat between us is unbearable, and I can see the way her body reacts, her chest heaving beneath the tight fabric of her dress. Her nipples are hard, visible through the thin material, and I know I’ve already claimed her in ways she doesn’t even realize yet.

“Tell me, Lilith,” I whisper, my breath hot against her ear, making her shudder. “If that’s what you want, all you have to do is say it, darling. You want me to fuck you right here in this store,where anyone could walk in? Is that what happens in those dirty books you read? You think I won’t?”

I tighten my grip just a little, watching as the fight leaves her eyes, replaced by pure, raw need. I can feel the way her body is responding, her hips instinctively arching toward me, begging without words.

Her body trembles under my touch, and I can feel the goosebumps rise across her skin as my words sink in. My voice is a low growl, dripping with intent, and I know she feels it. The way her thighs clench together, trying to suppress the building arousal, only makes my cock harder. She’s trying so hard to hide how much she wants this, but her body betrays her. Every shallow breath, every soft gasp—it’s all for me.

I tighten my grip around her throat slightly, leaning in until my lips hover just above hers. Her scent is intoxicating, sweet and ripe with desire. I inhale deeply, savoring the moment, before pulling back just enough to let her catch her breath. My fingers flex against her neck, feeling the way her pulse pounds beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to fuck her right here, right now.

But I need to hear her say it. I need her to admit that she’s been waiting for this, craving this, just as much as I have.

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