Page 84 of The Library

“Yes,” I gasp, my voice trembling as the pleasure coils tighter inside me. “Yes, Sebastian. I missed you.”

He slams into me again, the force of it pushing me harder against the wall, and I feel his hand slide up my spine, gripping the back of my neck. He holds me there, his breath hot against my ear as he fucks me, relentless and unforgiving.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls, his voice dark and dangerous. “You feel that, baby? That’s my cock inside yourperfect pussy. You think anyone else will ever get to fuck you like this?”

“No,” I moan, my body trembling under his relentless assault. “Only you.”

His hand slides around to grip my throat, pulling me back against him, and the shift in angle sends a shock wave of pleasure through me. I cry out, my body tightening around him as the orgasm builds, my mind spinning with the intensity of it all.

“You’re going to come for me,” he growls, his hand tightening around my throat. “Right fucking now.”

His words send me over the edge. My entire body seizes with pleasure as the orgasm rips through me, leaving me gasping for air as I tremble beneath him. He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me through it, his cock driving into me over and over again, pulling every last bit of pleasure from my body until I’m left shaking and spent.

But even as my body comes down from the high, I feel something warm and wet sliding down my back, mixing with the water. I realize it’s blood—Sebastian’s blood. His wound has reopened, the stitches torn from the intensity of what he’s doing to me, but it’s like he doesn’t even notice. He’s too consumed, too lost in the moment to care.

“Sebastian,” I gasp, trying to pull away, but his grip tightens, holding me in my place.

“Don’t worry about me, darling,” he growls, his voice rough as he thrusts into me again, harder this time. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Before I can respond, his hand moves lower, sliding down the curve of my ass. His fingers tease the tight ring of muscle there, and I tense for a moment, but the thrill of it, the thought of him taking me completely, makes me shudder with anticipation. I look over my shoulder to see him spit on my ass as his fingersrub it. He presses one finger against my ass, and as he fucks my pussy, he slips the finger inside, stretching me as his cock drives into me relentlessly.

The sensation is overwhelming, pleasure and pain colliding in a way that leaves me gasping, my mind spinning. He’s filling me in every way, just like I begged for, and the intensity of it sends another wave of pleasure crashing through me.

When his finger pushes deeper, stretching my ass, I cry out, trying to shift away, but his grip tightens. He just laughs darkly, pulling me back against him, adding another finger, fucking my ass harder with his fingers while his cock pounds into my pussy. My body is caught between the two sensations, and the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure makes my vision blur.

“You feel that?” he growls against my ear, his breath hot and heavy. “That’s me, Lilith. Every fucking part of you is mine.”

I moan, unable to speak, my body trembling as he fucks me harder, deeper. His fingers press further into my ass, matching the rhythm of his cock, and I feel another orgasm building, the pleasure too intense to hold back. My body clenches around him, both my pussy and ass tightening with the growing pressure, driving him deeper with every thrust.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he grunts, his voice rough with lust, “not until you come on my cock again, and again.”

The way he owns me, the way he takes everything without hesitation, has me falling apart in his hands. The powerlessness, the surrender—it’s everything I didn’t know I needed.

“Come for me again,” he orders, his voice dark and commanding. “Come while I fuck you in every hole, like the filthy little whore you are.”

And I do. The orgasm slams into me, my body convulsing around him as the pleasure tears through me, leaving me shaking and breathless. He is completely holding me up at this point, keeping me from falling flat on my face. He keeps going,driving into me with brutal intensity, until finally, with a low growl, he comes, spilling inside me as his fingers continue to fuck my ass.

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, he pulls out, letting me collapse against the wall, my body trembling, my breath ragged.

“Don’t send me texts trying to play with me, Lilith, because now you know I don’t take them lightly” he whispers, leaning down to kiss my neck softly, his voice soft but dangerous. “And don’t ever forget who you belong to.”

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He carries me out of the shower and into our room, our bodies still buzzing with adrenaline. Sebastian throws on a pair of sweatpants while I towel off, wrapping myself in one of his t-shirts before climbing into bed. The silk sheets feel like heaven against my skin, and for a moment, I allow myself to relax.

As he fucked me in the shower, it was everything I had felt since he left me a week ago. Raw, brutal, honest. Every touch, every thrust, was filled with a hunger neither of us could contain. He held nothing back, and I didn’t want him to. I wanted it all. When I came apart beneath him, trembling and unraveling in his arms, I knew I’d never belong to anyone else. It’s him—always him.

Now, he sits on the edge of the bed, his body still, his shoulders hunched slightly forward, like the weight of the world is pressing down on him. I can’t see what’s in his hands—he’s fidgeting with something, but I don’t think much of it. It’s probably just the residual tension from everything he’s been through.

I watch him in the dim light, my eyes tracing the lines of his body, his tattoos, the way the darkness clings to him. He’s been through so much, and it shows. But beneath it all, I know him. I know the man who loves me, who devours me with every glance, who would destroy the world to protect me. And the thought of that fills me with a warmth I can’t describe.

I reach up, my fingers trembling slightly as I gently touch his face. His skin is warm under my hand, and I feel the slightest shiver pass through him. His eyes meet mine, and for a second, I see all of it—the weight of his emotions, his past, and everything we’ve become.

“I should hate you,” I whisper, the words hanging heavy between us. I should. The way he fucks me, the way he pulls me deeper into his world of shadows—it should make me run. But it doesn’t.

He tenses at my words, his eyes flickering with something dark, something raw. Then his voice comes, low and rough, filled with a challenge, but also an understanding.

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