Page 55 of The Library

I slam my fingers into her pussy, cutting off her words, and she cries out, her body bucking against the wall as I curl my fingers, hitting that spot that makes her gasp for air.

“I told you to use your words,” I growl, curling my fingers harder as her breath hitches, her hips rolling instinctively, trying to match my pace. “If you want me to fuck you, Lilith, I need to hear you beg for it.”

Her lips tremble, her body shaking as I keep her pinned against the shower wall, my fingers working her faster, harder, until she’s writhing beneath me, desperate for more. The water is pounding down on us, mixing with the heat of our bodies, and I can feel her teetering on the edge, so fucking close.

“Please,” she moans, her voice barely a whisper. “Please, Sebastian, I need you.”

I pull my hand away, and she whimpers at the loss, her hips pushing back toward me in protest. But I’m not done playing with her. Not yet.

“That’s not good enough,” I murmur against her ear, making a softtsk tsksound as my teeth sink into her earlobe, hard enough to make her gasp. “I want to hear you beg. I want to hear you tell me exactly what you need.”

Her breath hitches, but she still hasn’t said the words I’m waiting for. I bite down again, harder this time, my grip tightening around her waist as her body trembles against me. “You can do better than that, Lilith. I won’t fuck you until you beg for it.”

She moans, her head falling back against my shoulder, and I can feel the fight in her crumbling. She wants this, but she’s still holding back. I tighten my grip on her hair, pulling her head back so she has no choice but to meet my eyes in the mirror again.

“Tell me, Lilith,” I growl, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me,” she whispers, her voice trembling, her eyes wide and desperate as she stares at me in the mirror. “Please, Sebastian, I want you to fuck me.”

I smirk, satisfied with her submission.

“Good girl.”

I line myself up, my cock rock hard and throbbing as I press the tip against her pussy. She’s so tight, so fucking perfect, and I know she’s going to need this just as much as I do after the shit I just put her through. But I’m not going to be gentle, not now. She needs to learn that once I have her, there’s no going back.

With one sharp thrust, I bury myself inside her as hard as I can, and she screams, her body jerking against the wall as I stretch her, filling her in ways she’s never been filled before. Her back arches, as I keep her wrists pinned behind her again, my free hand gripping her hip.

“Fuck,” she gasps, her voice breaking, but I don’t stop. I pull back and slam into her again, harder this time, and she cries out, her body convulsing under mine.

“That’s it, baby, just like that,” I groan, my fingers digging into her hip so hard I know it’ll leave bruises as I fuck her tight pussy harder, faster. “Take every fucking inch.”

Her moans are loud, raw, desperate, echoing off the shower walls as I drive into her, relentless, unforgiving. She’s so tight, so fucking wet, and every thrust sends a surge of heat through me, making it harder to control myself. But I keep going, harder, faster, her body trembling beneath me as she tries to keep up.

Her whimpers turn into sobs, her head dropping forward as I push her to the brink, her body tightening around me. She’s close, so fucking close, and I know it won’t be long before she shatters.

“You like this, Lilith?” I growl, my voice rough and breathless as I pound into her. “You like being fucked like this? Like the little whore you are?”

“Yes,” she cries, her voice hoarse, her body shaking with the force of my thrusts. “Yes, Sebastian, please—”

“Come for me,” I order, my grip on her hair tightening as I slam into her one last time. “Come for me now.”

And she does. Her body convulses around me, her moans turning into a scream as she shatters, her pussy clenching around me so tight it nearly pushes me over the edge.

I keep fucking her through it, harder, deeper, until finally, I let go, coming inside her with a low growl, my body shaking as I empty myself into her.

For a moment, we stand there, both of us panting, the water pouring over us as the intensity of what just happened lingers in the air.

Then, slowly, I pull out, letting her collapse against the wall, her body trembling, her breath ragged.

“Now you know what happens next,” I whisper, leaning down to kiss her neck softly, my voice soft but dangerous. “And this is only the beginning.”

Lilith

My body is trembling, the water from the shower still running down my skin, mixing with the heat of my own sweat and the remnants of him. Every part of me feels like it’s been claimed—my wrists are still sore from where he pinned them, my throat burns from when I screamed his name, and deep inside, there’s an ache that both terrifies and thrills me.

I collapse against the cool tile, my legs weak, my chest heaving as I struggle to catch my breath. It’s not just physical exhaustion. It’s everything. Everything that he is, everything he’s done to me tonight—it’s all too much, yet not enough. How can I want more of something that I know is breaking me?

I can still feel him inside me, that lingering sense of fullness, of his control, as if my body hasn’t caught up with the fact that he’s pulled away. My mind is a whirlwind, trying to piece together what just happened. The blood, the danger, the way he looked at me like he could destroy me if he wanted to— he almost did and yet, he didn’t. He touched me like I belonged to him, like I was something precious in his fucked-up world.

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