Page 45 of The Library

She swallows hard, her lips parting as she looks up at me, wide-eyed and nervous. Good. She should be. What I have planned for her is only the beginning. I step forward, fingers grazing her jaw, gently at first, then with more force as I tilt her head up to meet my gaze.

Without warning, I kiss her, hard. Possessive. This isn’t a kiss for reassurance; it’s a claim, a reminder of who she belongs to. My lips crush against hers, and I feel her body react, melting into me despite her nerves. She’s mine, and I want her to know it.

I break the kiss, my lips tracing down her neck, the tip of my tongue following the line of her skin. She shivers beneath me, a soft gasp escaping her lips, and I can feel her pulse racing under my touch. It’s like she’s fighting to keep control, but she’s already losing. That’s exactly what I want.

I grab the hem of her little black dress—fuck, she looks sexy, but she’s going to look so much better without it, with my come all over her face and breasts. I pull it over her head in one swift motion, leaving her standing there in nothing but her heels and a black lace thong. No bra. Brave.

A dark smile curls at my lips as I run my thumb across her nipple, feeling it harden under my touch. I pinch it hard, earninga sharp cry from her lips, the sound sending a jolt of satisfaction straight to my cock.

“On your knees.”

Her breath hitches, but she obeys. Slowly, she sinks to her knees in front of me, her wide eyes never leaving mine. I can see the apprehension, the curiosity, and the desire flickering in her gaze, and fuck if it doesn’t make me harder than I already am. She’s been craving this. She’s been craving me. And tonight, she’s going to learn just how much she can take.

“Good girl,” I murmur, my voice thick with hunger. I run my thumb over her lips, tracing the soft curve before pushing it between her lips. She opens her mouth without hesitation, letting me press my thumb against her tongue. The feel of her mouth around me, even just like this, has my blood pounding in my veins.

“Do you want to please me, Lilith?” I ask, my voice dark, rough.

She nods, her eyes fluttering shut as she sucks gently on my thumb. It’s a small motion, but it’s enough to send a rush of heat straight to my cock. “You’re going to be a good little slut for me tonight, aren’t you?”

Her eyes fly open at my words, the blush creeping up her neck, but she doesn’t pull away. She’s too far gone for that now.

“Show me,” I command, my fingers tangling in her hair, tightening just enough to make her gasp. “Show me how much you want this.”

I undo my belt and the button of my jeans, I slowly start undoing the zipper and then stop. As I watch her slowly peel my jeans down, my breath catches, my rock hard cock springs out. She’s trembling and her eyes are wide, but I know it’s not fear. It’s anticipation. That’s the effect I have on her, and god, I fucking love it. She’s mine—she said it, but more than that, she knows it deep in her bones. Her body craves me, and she can’thide it, not when her eyes flick up at me with that mixture of hunger and need.

“Now, be a good girl and show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do.”

Her gaze flickers up to meet mine, and then, without a word, she leans forward and wraps her lips around the head of my cock. Fuck, the sight of her mouth around me is almost too much. She’s tentative at first, her lips soft and warm, her tongue flicking hesitantly against the sensitive skin.

“Take it deeper,” I growl, my hand tightening in her hair, guiding her down until the head of my cock hits the back of her throat. She gags slightly, her hands gripping my thighs for balance, but she doesn’t stop. I can see her fighting for control, her throat constricting around me as she tries to take more.

“You’re going to take all of me, Lilith,” I murmur, watching her struggle, watching her choke on my cock. It’s fucking beautiful. She’s beautiful like this, on her knees, her mouth full of me, her eyes watering as she tries to keep up with my pace. “That’s it, good girl. Keep going.”

I pull her head back, watching her lips slide up my cock before pushing her down again. She gags harder this time, her throat convulsing around me, but I don’t stop. I guide her, slowly at first, then faster, forcing her to take all of me. I can hear the wet, obscene sounds of her struggling to keep up, her moans muffled by the thickness of my cock in her throat.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” I groan, my head falling back slightly as I start to lose control. “Just like that… fuck.”

She’s perfect, her beautiful red-painted lips stretched tight and wet around my cock, taking everything I give her. Her eyes are wide and filled with tears that spill over her lashes as she looks up at me. The sight of her crying and struggling, her lips painted with that deep crimson wrapped around me, her throat clenching as she tries to breathe—fuck, it’s more than I canhandle. The contrast of her elegant, painted mouth against the sheer filth of what she’s doing makes my cock throb even harder.

I want to ruin her, and this is only the beginning. Those lips, once so perfect, are going to be wrecked by the time I’m done.

“Do you feel that, Lilith?” I grunt, thrusting harder, making her gag around me again. “That’s just a taste of what’s coming. You’re going to be so full of me, so fucking ruined by the time I’m done with you.”

I fuck her mouth, faster now, deeper, until her eyes are streaming with tears and mascara and her nails are digging into my thighs. She’s fucking beautiful like this, with her mascara running in dark streaks down her cheeks, tears mixing with snot and drool dripping from her mouth. Her lips are stretched around my cock, her face a mess of submission and desperation, and I’ve never seen anything more perfect. The sharp sting of her nails cutting into my flesh sends a thrill through me, and when I see the blood pooling beneath her fingertips, it only makes me harder. I’ll gladly bleed for her. Hell, the sight of blood drives me wild—a fucking bloodlust that makes me want to fuck her while we’re both drenched in it. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to her right now, nothing I wouldn’t give. And she doesn’t pull away. She’s fucking perfect, and when I finally let her up for air, she gasps, her lips swollen and slick with spit, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

I fuck her mouth faster now, deeper, until her eyes are streaming with tears and her nails are digging into my thighs even harder, like her grasp is the only thing keeping her from collapsing as my cock doesn’t allow her to breathe. The sight of blood, her nails carving into my skin, only turns me on more. I feel the tension building, the pressure coiling tighter until I can’t hold back.

I pinch her nose, while my cock is shoved down her throat, cutting off what remaining air supply she has left. I see the panicin her eyes as she tries to pull back, get free. But I keep my hand tight in her hair, keeping her from backing away. Her eyes start to get heavy as I come hard down her throat, the force of it making her choke. I let go of her nose, my cock still buried in her mouth, come drips from the corners of her swollen lips, down her chin, and onto her breasts. She looks up at me, gasping, her eyes wide and glassy with a mix of tears and lust. I look down at her, yanking her head up, my hand still fisted in her dark hair, and smirk. “Good girl,” I murmur, dragging my thumb across her swollen lips. “You’re learning.”

I pull her to her feet, her legs shaking slightly as she stands before me, her lips still parted, her cheeks flushed with arousal. Her lipstick is smeared all over her face from me fucking her mouth, and dark streaks of mascara run down her cheeks, evidence of the tears she shed while choking on my cock. She’s a beautiful mess, completely undone, and seeing her like this—ruined, desperate, and needy—only makes me want to push her further.

I brush my thumb across her swollen lips, smearing the makeup even more. “Your makeup’s all fucked up, darling,” I murmur, my voice low and rough, my gaze locked on hers, relishing in the way she looks so completely ravaged. I lean in, letting my breath warm her skin. “So fucking beautiful, though.”

She notices the blood she’s drawn from my thighs, her eyes widening as she pulls back for a breath. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, her voice raw from having my cock shoved down her throat.

I smirk, wiping the blood from my thigh with my fingers. “Don’t apologize, Lilith,” I say, my voice dark with lust. “You have no idea how much blood turns me on.” I trail my fingers over her lips, smearing the blood across them before pressing my thumb to the tip of her tongue. “The sight of it, the feel of it… it drives me fucking wild. Knowing you’ll bleed for me, that we’llboth bleed for each other… it makes me want to fuck you even harder.”

Her body shudders, and I can see it—the way her eyes darken, the way she’s turned on by the blood too. She licks the blood from her lips, her breath hitching, fully consumed by the same primal desire that courses through me.

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