Page 66 of The Library

A dark grin spreads across his face, his eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction. Without a word, he pulls his fingers out of me, leaving me aching and empty for only a second. His hand moves swiftly to his belt, and I hear the metallic click as he unbuckles it. He pulls his hard cock out, the sight of it making my breath hitch. He’s thick, painfully hard, and the heat of him makes me dizzy with need.

With ease, he lifts me into his arms, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as if I’ve always belonged there. My body trembles, anticipation and fear twisting together as he presses me back against the rough bark of the tree. I barely have time to catch my breath before he thrusts into me, burying himself deep inside my tight, wet cunt. The sudden stretch makes me cry out, but the pain is overshadowed by the overwhelming pleasure that follows.

I scream, my body arching against him, nails digging into his shoulders as he fucks me hard, faster than he ever has before. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing through me, pushing me closer to the edge. I can feel my body teetering, trembling with the force of my impending orgasm.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips as he slams into me again and again. “Come for me. Let me feel how much you fucking need this.”

And I do. I can’t hold it back any longer. My body convulses around him, my screams echoing through the trees as I come hard, my pussy clenching around his cock. The pleasure is overwhelming, consuming me entirely, and I feel the tears slipping down my cheeks, mixing with the sweat and blood on my skin.

But he doesn’t stop. He fucks me relentlessly, driving me higher, making sure I know that I’m his. That I’ll always be his.

As he slams into me one final time, the world fades away, leaving only him—his body, his control, his dominance. He’s mine. And I’ll never forget it.

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My body feels like it’s floating, too drained and exhausted to even think. Sebastian scoops me up, his arms strong around me, and carries me back to the car. I can barely register anything as the cool night air hits my skin, goosebumps rising as I rest my head against his chest. I’m completely exposed, completely vulnerable, but in his arms, the weight of my limbs feels lighter, like he’s absorbing all my energy.

He opens the back door and gently lowers me onto the seat. The leather is cold beneath me, a stark contrast to the heat still pulsing through my body. I’m limp, powerless. My legs splay open slightly, my skin glistening with sweat and blood, and slick from everything we’ve done. Sebastian’s presence is overwhelming as he climbs in beside me, still fully clothed, every inch of him dominant and in control. I’m naked, raw, and he’s the one who holds all the power.

With a swift motion, he grabs me and shoves me through the small gap between the two front seats, pushing me forward, bending me over in a position where I’m utterly trapped. His hands are firm, calculated as he starts wrapping the seat belts over me, crossing them over my body, the pressure of the belts digging into my skin. One tight pull, then another, and I’m completely restrained. I can’t move.

The belts press against my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, locking me in place. The way he straps me in, buckling me so tightly, sends my heart racing again. My breath hitches as I test the restraints—there’s no give. I’m utterly at his mercy.

Sebastian leans in, his lips brushing against my ear, sending a shiver through me. His voice is low, deep, dripping with dark promise. “I can be a lot of things, Lilith… even one of your book boyfriends.” That alone sends a thrill through me, and before I can even react, he slams his cock into me, hard and rough.

I scream, the sound ripping from my throat as he thrusts into me with brutal force. The seat belts keep me in place, pressing me down, the only thing stopping me from slamming into the dashboard. Every thrust rocks the car, every snap of his hips driving me closer to the edge. My body is pinned, helpless as he fucks me with relentless intensity, taking me in a way that’s pure, raw dominance.

The leather seat beneath me creaks with each brutal movement, but I can barely hear it over the sound of my own gasps and his grunts. The force of him slamming into me sends waves of pain and pleasure crashing together inside me. I’m powerless, bound by the seat belts, and the sheer force of him is the only thing I can feel, the only thing I can focus on.

My first orgasm hits me like a fucking wave, ripping through my body with a violence that leaves me shaking. I scream his name, but it’s swallowed by the night as he keeps fucking me, harder, deeper, driving me into another. The seat belts cut into my skin, the pressure against my breasts and stomach adding to the overwhelming sensation building inside me. My body convulses again as I come a second time, my pussy clenching around him, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, faster, harder, his cock slamming into me over and over until a third orgasm shatters me completely.

By the time he groans and cums inside me, I’m trembling, my body spent, weak. He pulls out, leaving me breathless, my skin damp with sweat, my legs shaking with his cum leaking out of my raw cunt.

I hear it then. The quiet snap of his phone camera. My eyes fly open, and fury mixes with the lingering arousal as I realize what he’s done. He took a picture of me—like this—strapped down, covered in sweat, blood and cum, barely able to move. I should be angry, but the rush of heat between my legs tells me otherwise. It turns me on, even as the anger rises.

He sees it in my eyes in the rear view mirror and laughs, a dark, teasing sound that only stokes the fire inside me. “I want a reminder for later,” he says, his voice playful but still holding that edge of dominance. The smirk on his face tells me he’s proud of what he’s done, and the worst part is, I can’t deny how much it turns me on.

Finally, he undoes the seat belts, the tight pressure loosening from my body as he pulls me free. I’m too weak to protest as he wraps a blanket around me, tucking me in like I’m something fragile. He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, the tenderness catching me off guard. One moment, he’s a predator, the next, he’s soft, careful, like I’m something precious.

He lights a cigarette as he climbs into the driver’s seat, and I watch the smoke curl around him as he starts the engine. The tension between us is still there, but there’s a strange calmness now, a sense of completion. It’s only as we drive that I start to realize how close we are to his house. The woods surrounding us, dark and endless, suddenly make sense.

“I own the whole one hundred and thirty-seven acres surrounding this place,” he says, glancing at me, pride in his voice. The land, the isolation—this is his domain, his territory. I’m just a part of it now.

The car pulls up to his house, and he gets out, coming around to my side. I can’t even move. Every muscle in my body feels like it’s been pushed to its limit, my mind spinning in a daze. Without a word, he lifts me out of the car like I weigh nothing, cradling me against his chest, his grip firm and possessive. I cling to him, the warmth of his body anchoring me, grounding me after everything we’ve done.

He carries me inside, through the door, and straight into the bathroom. I’m dazed, my mind still buzzing from the way he fucked me, every nerve ending still alight with the intensity of him. I barely register the sound of water running or the way his hands move with that same calculated precision he always has, like everything he does is deliberate—no wasted movements, no hesitations.

Sebastian lowers me into the tub, the warmth of the water soothing my aching muscles, pulling a sigh of relief from my lips. But I can’t relax entirely. Not with him hovering over me, his eyes never leaving my body, as if he’s still claiming every inch of me. His hands are gentle as he bathes me, running the cloth over my skin with a reverence that’s almost jarring compared to the ruthless man who had me pinned beneath him just minutes ago. His fingers trace the lines of my body like I’m something sacred, like he’s worshiping me in his own dark, twisted way.

He washes away the sweat, the grime, the blood, but I can still feel the imprint of him all over me—his grip, his dominance, the way he completely overwhelmed me. It lingers, even as his touch softens, his hands gentle. This shift between his brutality and tenderness almost breaks me. I feel tears sting my eyes, but I don’t dare let them fall.

Once I’m clean, he pulls me out of the tub, wrapping a towel around me with such care it’s almost surreal. He carries me to the bedroom, laying me down on the bed with a tenderness that nearly undoes me. But I should’ve known better—Sebastian’ssoftness is fleeting. The second he has me where he wants me, his fingers grip my thighs, spreading me wide, exposing me to him completely.

Before I can even catch my breath, his mouth is on me. His tongue flicks over my clit, teasing, slow at first, but growing more insistent with every stroke. My body jerks in response, already overstimulated from everything he’s put me through tonight, but he doesn’t care. He’s relentless, devouring me like it’s the only thing that matters in the world, like he’s addicted to the taste of me.

I moan, the sound low and guttural, my fingers gripping the sheets as I arch into him, my body trembling under his expert tongue. He pushes me higher and higher, every nerve in my body lighting up, my skin tingling. I’m overwhelmed, teetering on the edge of sanity, but he keeps going, determined to wring every last bit of pleasure out of me.

It doesn’t take long before I’m shattering, my body convulsing under his mouth, my thighs clamping down around his head as I scream his name. He doesn’t stop, not even as my body spasms uncontrollably, not until I’m completely spent, my legs trembling, my breath ragged.

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