Page 67 of The Library

When he finally pulls back, I’m a mess—breathless, weak, and utterly consumed by him. My heart races in my chest, my skin damp with sweat, but the hunger in his eyes tells me he’s not done. He climbs into bed beside me, his body warm and solid, his cock hard and ready. Without a word, he slides into me with a slow, deliberate thrust, filling me completely. The sensation sends a shock through my system, but this time, it’s different.

There’s no rush, no urgency. This is slow and deep, every thrust dragging me closer to him, every movement deliberate and intimate. His arms wrap around me, holding me tight, andfor a moment, I feel something I can’t quite name—a sense of completeness, like I was made for this, for him.

We fall asleep like that, his cock buried deep inside me, his body wrapped around mine. There’s no escape from him, not even in sleep. I’m his—completely, irrevocably his. And as much as it terrifies me, I know I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sebastian

As I carry her to the car, her body feels light in my arms, completely spent from everything we’ve just done. She doesn’t fight it, doesn’t protest—she can’t. Her limbs are limp, her skin still damp with dirt, blood, and sweat and glowing in the moonlight. I gently place her on the cool leather of the backseat. Her breath comes in shallow, uneven gasps, and I can see how wrecked she is, how vulnerable.

Climbing into the car after her, I’m still fully clothed while she’s completely exposed, naked and raw. I shove her forward through the small gap between the two front seats, bending her over, her ass high in the air. There’s something so intoxicating about seeing her like this, helpless, with no fight left in her. She doesn’t know what’s coming next, but I can see the flicker of anticipation in her eyes as I grab the seat belts.

I pull the belts across her body, one by one, tightening them until they dig into her skin, securing her to the seat like she’s my personal plaything. Because she is. Each click of the buckle, each tightening of the strap, sends a shiver through her. I know she feels it too—the tension, the anticipation, the helplessness. She’s completely at my mercy, and there’s no escape.

I lean in close, my breath hot against her ear. “I can be a lot of things, Lilith… even one of your book boyfriends,” I whisper, my voice low, teasing. I see her reaction immediately, the wayher body tenses at the words, the way her breathing hitches. She knows what that means. She knows what’s coming.

Without another word, I slam my cock into her. The seat belts are the only thing holding her in place, stopping her from crashing into the dashboard. Her body jerks violently with each brutal thrust, the sound of her gasping, choking on her own pleasure filling the car. She’s completely restrained, bound so tightly she can barely move, but her body is reacting, arching, desperate to take every inch of me.

I fuck her hard, relentless, the car rocking with the force of each thrust. Her cries fill the space, mixing with the squeak of leather and the sound of my cock slamming into her over and over. Her body is shaking, trembling as the first orgasm rips through her, her pussy tightening around me as she comes. But I don’t stop. I won’t stop until she’s completely shattered beneath me.

I drive her into another orgasm, watching as her body convulses, her moans turning into desperate whimpers. She’s crying out, begging for more, and I give it to her—faster, harder—until her third orgasm sends her over the edge completely, her body collapsing into the seat belts as she screams my name.

I come inside her with a guttural groan, filling her up, my cock pulsing as I pump every last drop of my cum deep inside her. I pull out slowly, savoring the way her body shudders beneath me, her legs trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She’s a fucking masterpiece—ruined and beautiful.

I reach for my phone, the dim light illuminating her sweat-soaked skin with my cum dripping out of her sweet cunt as I snap a picture. She looks up, her eyes widening in disbelief as the sound of the camera clicks. Fury flashes across her face, but it’s mingled with something else—arousal. I know this is getting to her, and it’s turning her on just as much as it’s pissing her off.

“Just a little reminder for later,” I say, my voice dripping with amusement. I laugh when I see the anger in her eyes— she’s fucking pissed. She hates it, but she’s too turned on to deny the effect it has on her.

I undo the seat belts, releasing her from the tight restraints. She’s too exhausted to move, too spent to even lift her arms, so I wrap a blanket around her, pulling her into my arms again. My kiss is soft against her forehead, so different from the way I fucked her moments ago. There’s something about this—about taking care of her after I’ve ruined her—that makes it all the more satisfying. She’s mine, and I’ll treat her like the most sacred thing in the world, because she is.

Lighting a cigarette, I slide into the driver’s seat, taking a long drag before glancing at her. She’s still coming down from the high, her eyes half-closed as she watches the smoke curl around me. That’s when it hits her—we’re close. She’s starting to realize we haven’t driven far.

“I own the whole one hundred and thirty-seven acres around this place,” I tell her, my voice filled with pride. This land, this house, this entire fucking territory—it’s mine. Just like she is. She belongs here, with me, in this dark, twisted world we’ve created.

I park the car in front of the house and get out, circling around to her side. She doesn’t move, too tired to even stand on her own, so I scoop her up again, cradling her in my arms. I carry her inside, past the door and into the warmth of my home. It’s strange, how different it feels now with her in it. Like it’s not just a place—it’s a sanctuary for both of us.

In the bathroom, I run the water hot, steam rising in thick clouds as I lower her into the tub. She relaxes instantly, sinking into the warmth, her muscles softening under the heat. I take my time, washing her carefully, my fingers gliding over her skin, cleaning away the sweat and cum, the dirt and grime. My touchis gentle, deliberate. I’m not just washing her—I’m taking care of her, something I never thought I’d feel the need to do for anyone.

Once she’s clean, I lift her out of the tub, carrying her to the bedroom. The sheets are soft, warm against her skin as I lay her down, spreading her legs wide. I don’t waste time. I lower my mouth to her pussy, tasting her, devouring her with the same intensity as before. Her body reacts instantly, her hips bucking against my face as I lick and suck, my tongue flicking over her clit.

Her moans grow louder, more desperate, and I can feel the tension building inside her again. She’s already so sensitive, so raw, but I push her further, needing to taste her as she comes apart for me. When she finally breaks, her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, her thighs clenching around my head as she screams my name. I don’t stop until I’ve licked every drop of her release, savoring the taste of her on my tongue.

I climb into bed beside her, pulling her close. She fits perfectly against me, her body soft and warm in my arms, her skin still flushed from everything I’ve put her through. I’m still hard, still needing her, and I slide into her slowly, deeply, my cock sinking into her pussy with a groan. It’s different this time—slower, more intimate—but no less intense. Every inch of her wraps around me like she was made for this, made for me. I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight as I fuck her, my movements deliberate, savoring every second. This isn’t about control anymore. This is something else.

As I move inside her, my breath mingling with hers in the dark, I realize this is my way of making love to her, or at least the closest thing to it that I’ll ever be able to give. There’s no violence in this, no game, just the slow, steady rhythm of my body against hers, the way she yields to me. It’s more than just the usual obsession, more than the need to dominate and claim her. This is deeper, something I never expected to feel.

I want to take care of her after everything I’ve put her body through tonight. I want her to know that I see her strength, that I’m impressed by how well she handled every brutal thing I threw at her. She didn’t break. If anything, she rose to meet me, challenging me, and it turns me on even more.

As we fall asleep, her body wrapped in mine, my cock still buried deep inside her beautiful pussy, I feel something shift. I can’t explain it, but I know that after tonight, nothing will be the same. She’s not just mine—I’m hers too, in some way I can’t fully grasp.

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The next two weeks pass in a strange blur, our lives settling into a twisted version of normalcy. I fuck her daily, tying her up, dominating her, taking her to the brink of fear and bringing her back again. But every time, after I’ve pushed her to her limits, I hold her close. I kiss her softly. I run my fingers through her hair, soothing her, comforting her. She’s the most sacred thing in my world, and I’ll never let her forget that.

One day, I decide it’s time to show her everything. I take her down to the basement. It’s cold, sterile, the walls lined with the tools of my trade—chains, saws, instruments of torture. There’s dried blood on the floor, remnants of the work I’ve brought home when I couldn’t get to The Library. This is the darkest part of me, the part I’ve kept hidden from her until now.

Lilith hesitates at the doorway, her eyes wide as she takes in the scene. “What is this place?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. “Why are you bringing me here?”

I step closer, my hand resting on her lower back. “This is me,” I say softly. “Fully letting you into my life. The life in the darkness.”

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