Page 92 of The Library

I meet her gaze, and for the first time, I see the darkness fully consume her. Finally. She’s crossed that line, and she’s not coming back.

I smile, a dark, twisted grin spreading across my face as I lean back into the chair. “Fuck, darling… you’re going to have to do a lot more than this to scare me.”

She drags the blade across my chest, drawing blood, and then leans down, licking it off like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I groan, pulling at the straps as I feel my cock throb beneath her. She’s fucking relentless, teasing me with the blade, with her mouth, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“If another woman ever touches you again, I’ll kill her,” she whispers, dragging the blade up to my neck. I can feel the sharp edge of the metal press against my skin, but I’m not scared. I’m fucking turned on.

I lean forward, capturing her lips in a rough, hungry kiss, causing the blade to bite the skin on my throat, blood now dripping down to my chest. Her body presses against mine, slick with sweat and blood, and I can feel the tension building between us, coiling tighter and tighter until I think I might fucking explode.

She straddles me, sinking down onto my cock, taking me deep into her pussy. And fuck, she’s so tight, so wet, I can barely keep my eyes open as she starts to ride me, hard and fast, like she’s trying to claim me as hers.

And that’s the thing. She already fucking has.

When it’s over, and she finally undoes the straps around my wrists, I don’t hesitate. I slam up from the chair, knocking it over in the process. I grab her by the throat, dragging her into the bathroom, where I turn on the shower, the hot water stinging the cuts she gave me. But the pain only makes me harder.

I pin her against the shower wall, the slick tiles cool against her back as I thrust into her, the force of it sending water splashing around us. My cock drives deep into her tight, wet cunt, the mix of hot water and blood swirling around our bodies, but none of that matters. All I can focus on is her. The way herbody arches against me, her nails digging into my shoulders as I slam into her over and over, each thrust harder than the last.

Her moans grow louder, echoing in the small, steamy space, mingling with the sound of the water crashing around us. The way she’s clutching at me, desperate and wild, her legs trembling as they wrap around my waist—it’s like she’s losing herself in the moment, and it pushes me even further.

I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh as I slam her harder against the wall, pounding into her beautiful cunt with a ruthless rhythm. Every thrust is filled with the raw, possessive fury that’s been building all night, the need to remind her—no, to prove to her—that she’s mine, just as much as I am hers.

Her cries rise in pitch, becoming more frantic, and I can feel her tightening around me, her body on the edge. I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear as I growl, “You like this, don’t you, darling? You like it when I fuck you like this—rough, hard, like I’m going to break you.”

She gasps, her head falling back against the wall, her hands sliding up to grip my hair as she pulls me closer. “Yes,” she moans, her voice shaky, breathless. “I love it, Sebastian. I fucking love it.”

Hearing her say it, hearing her beg for more—fuck, it sends me spiraling. I grab her by the throat, tightening my grip enough to cut off her air supply, to make her eyes widen as she looks up at me with a mix of fear and lust. I kiss her roughly, biting down on her lip, tasting the blood on her skin, tasting her. I loosen my grip on her neck and she groans into my mouth, her body shaking with every thrust, her cunt squeezing me so tight it’s almost unbearable.

The way she feels, the way she sounds, the heat between us—it’s almost too much, and I can feel myself getting closer, the pressure building with every savage thrust. I press my forehead against hers, locking eyes with her, watching the way her pupilsdilate with every stroke. She’s barely holding on, her body trembling, teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain.

“I’m going to come inside you,” I growl, my voice rough and ragged. “I’m going to fill you up so you remember who you fucking belong to.”

She moans, her nails raking down my back, cutting me open, as her legs tighten around me, pulling me deeper. “Do it,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “I want it, Sebastian. I want all of you.”

That’s all it takes to push me over the edge. My hips slam against hers, one last, brutal thrust sending me into her, my cock throbbing as I spill inside her, filling her completely. Her body seizes around me, and she lets out a strangled cry as she comes with me, her pussy clenching and pulsing, milking every last drop from me.

We stay like that for a moment, both of us gasping for breath, her body shaking against mine as the water continues to pour over us, washing away the blood but never the desire. My chest heaves, my forehead pressed against hers, and I can still feel her trembling, her heart racing against mine.

I pull back slightly, looking down at her. Her eyes are glazed, her lips swollen from our kiss, her skin flushed and slick with water and sweat. She’s never looked more beautiful, more fucking perfect, and I can’t stop myself from kissing her again—slowly this time, savoring the way her lips feel against mine.

When I finally pull out of her, she whimpers softly, her body sagging against the wall, her legs barely able to hold her up. I scoop her into my arms without a word, carrying her out of the shower and back into the bedroom. Her arms drape around my neck, her head resting against my chest as I lay her down on the bed, her body curling up against me like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

She throws her arm and leg over me, her fingers tracing the cuts she gave me, and I can feel her heartbeat begin to slow, her breathing evening out. I kiss the top of her head, pulling her closer, the warmth of her body seeping into mine.

As the adrenaline starts to fade, she lifts her head slightly, her voice barely a whisper. “I love you so fucking much, Sebastian.” Her words aren’t just an expression; they’re filled with the raw intensity of everything we’ve been through tonight, every dark corner we’ve explored together.

I tighten my hold on her, my hand running through her hair as I whisper back, “I love you too, darling. More than you know.”

Her body melts against mine, and I can feel her settle deeper into me, like she’s found her place—right here, wrapped around me. I close my eyes, my mind replaying everything that just happened. The way she took control tonight, the way she let the darkness consume her—it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Everything I never knew I needed. And as I fall asleep with her wrapped around me, I can’t help but dream of how perfect she is.

The words “I love you” still hang in the air between us, binding us even closer, as if those three simple words have sealed something deeper than blood or lust. It’s something permanent.

I fall asleep with her wrapped around me, her warmth seeping into my skin, and as I drift off, I can’t help but dream about her. About how fucking perfect she is. My Lilith. My darkness.

My fucking queen.

Lilith

It has been a week since the incident at the club with that fucking bitch Ashley. Three weeks since Sebastian proposed. The weight of it, both physically and emotionally, hit me hard as I walk through downtown. I twist the ring around my finger, thinking about the way his mismatched eyes had gleamed when he slipped it onto my hand. His words still echoing in my mind:“This ring binds me to you with blood. Blood is more of an oath than any word will ever be.”He was right—this wasn’t just an ordinary engagement. It was a vow made with flesh and blood, a promise that we would belong to each other forever, in life and death.

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