Page 10 of The Library

But it’s not enough. Not anymore.

I move silently through the rows of books, my eyes never leaving her. The closer I get, the more I can feel the pull between us. She’s oblivious to it, lost in her world, but I can sense it. The tension, the anticipation. It’s thick in the air, and it’s only a matter of time before she feels it too.

I stop just a few feet away, leaning against one of the shelves, watching her. She’s reading one of those smutty romance novels again, her cheeks slightly flushed as her eyes dart across the pages. I wonder if she even realizes what those stories are doing to her, how they’re feeding into the fantasies she’s too scared to admit out loud that she loves. She craves control and danger all wrapped up in one, a dark fantasy that she thinks can only exist between the pages of a book.

But I’m here to show her just how real it can be. Those fantasies don’t just belong in her head or in those books. They exist when my face is buried between her legs, when my cock is deep inside her pretty pussy and ass. She wants that darkness, that hunger, and I’m the one who’s going to give it to her, every twisted desire she’s too afraid to speak.

My fingers brush the spines of the books on the shelf, and the sound is enough to catch her attention. Her head snaps up, her wide eyes meeting mine across the small space. I see the flicker of surprise, the recognition. She wasn’t expecting me.Good.

Her gaze drops to the floor for a moment, as if she’s trying to steady herself, but when she looks back up at me, I see it. That little spark of fear. And something more. Deeper, darker.Desire.

I don’t move. I let her take me in, let her process the fact that I’m here, watching her again. Her fingers grip the edge of the book a little tighter, like it’s her lifeline, the only thing keeping her tethered to reality. But she’s already slipping. I can see it in her eyes. She doesn’t want to feel this way, doesn’t want to acknowledge what my presence is doing to her, but she can’t help it.

I give her a small, knowing smile. It’s a game, after all. And I’m patient. Sure, it may be more than just a game—something twisted, more dangerous—but the game is still part of it. The thrill of watching her unravel, step by step, until she’s right where I want her.

She swallows hard, her gaze darting around the room as if she’s considering making an escape. But I know she won’t. She’s too curious, too intrigued by the danger I bring with me. Slowly, she stands from the chair, the tension between us palpable. I can practically feel her pulse quickening from where I stand.

“Hello, Lilith,” I murmur, my voice low, just loud enough for her to hear.

She flinches at the sound of her name rolling off my tongue, and I see the way her body reacts, her breath catching in her throat. It’s subtle, but I notice everything. She’s terrified, and yet, there’s that part of her that’s drawn to it, that craves the darkness I offer.

I take a slow step forward, closing the distance between us. Her eyes never leave mine, like she’s trapped in my gaze, unable to break free.That’s the way it’s supposed to be.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” I say, my voice smooth, casual, like this is just another ordinary day.

But there’s nothing ordinary about this. Not for her.

She shifts slightly, clearly trying to find her footing, her voice shaky when she finally responds. “I—uh—didn’t expect… you.”

I smile again, letting my gaze linger on her, taking my time. “I seem to have that effect.”

Her eyes flicker with something—nervousness, maybe, or maybe it’s something more primal.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” I say, watching the way her breath hitches at my words. And I know she’s been thinking about me too because I’ve seen her in her bed, moaning my name as she fucks her pussy with her fingers. She doesn’t respond, but she doesn’t have to. I can see it all over her. She’s unraveling, piece by piece, just like I planned.

Lilith

Istare at him, my heart racing as his words sink in. He’s been thinking about me? That one simple sentence hits me like a lightning bolt, sending a jolt of something dangerous through my veins. He stands there, so calm, so collected, like he already knows exactly how I’ll react. And, god, I hate that he’s right. It’s as if he knows everything—like the way I’ve fucked myself, thinking about him on those nights when I couldn’t get him out of my mind. The thought sends a rush of something hot through me—something that feels like shame, but darker, more intoxicating.

I should run. I should grab my things, walk out of here, and never look back. But I don’t. I can’t. There’s something about him—something dark, something magnetic—that keeps me rooted in place. His eyes never leave mine, like he’s holding me captive without even touching me. But the way his gaze trails over my body, the way he watches every small movement I make, it feels like heistouching me.

My breathing quickens, and I feel a warmth spread through my chest, down to my core. It’s a feeling I don’t want to admit out loud—a mix of fear and desire that makes my legs press together, my skin tingling with the awareness of him standing so close.

“You’ve been thinking about me?” I ask, my voice shakier than I want it to be.

He takes a step closer, and I can feel the heat of him now, radiating from his body. His presence is suffocating, filling the small space between us. Every instinct in my body screams at me to move, to put some distance between us, but instead, I find myself leaning into it. Into him.

“You already know the answer to that,” he says, his voice low, seductive. He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, and the simple touch sends a shiver down my spine and makes my nipples harden. His fingers linger just a moment too long, grazing my skin, making my breath hitch. “Don’t pretend like you haven’t been thinking about me too.”

I bite down on my bottom lip, trying to suppress the surge of heat that floods my body at his words. Because he’s right. I have been thinking about him. I haven’t been able to stop. He’s invaded my every thought, turning my life upside down in a way I never saw coming. And now, standing here in front of me, with those piercing, fractured eyes and that smooth, commanding voice, he’s making it impossible to think about anything else.

His hand moves from my hair to the back of my neck, his fingers curling around the sensitive skin there, pulling me closer. The air between us is thick, charged with something I don’t want to name. I can smell him—clean, masculine, with a hint of smoke and darkness, something that makes my knees feel weak.

He leans in, his lips grazing my ear, sending another shiver down my spine. “You’re so fucking perfect, Lilith.” His voice is low, barely a whisper, but it’s heavy with meaning, a promise of what’s coming next. “Do you feel how much I want you?” As he presses himself against me, I feel the hard length of his huge cock, thick and unyielding through our clothes. The sheer size of it has my breath catching in my throat, my body trembling with a mix of desire and terror at just how big he is as I feel my pussy tighten, knowing I’m already soaking wet.

“You like this, don’t you?” he murmurs, his lips so close to my ear that I can feel the warmth of his breath against my skin. “You like feeling me watch you, knowing that I’ve been following you.”

I don’t answer, but my body does. I feel the heat pooling between my legs, my pulse racing as his hand slides lower, his thumb brushing the side of my throat. Every nerve in my body is on fire, and before I can help it, a soft moan escapes my lips. The way his thumb traces over my neck sends my mind spiraling, imagining how that same hand will tighten around my throat, choking me while he fucks me. The thought alone has my body trembling, aching for more.

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