Page 95 of The Library

Inside the booth, the space is tight, dark, filled with the scent of old wood and incense. It’s intimate, suffocating, the perfect place to remind her of who I am. Of who she is with me.

I push her up against the wall, her body pressed flush against the wooden panel, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as I run my hand up her thigh, slipping beneath her dress. She’s already wet, soaked for me, and it makes me grin, the thrill of knowing how badly she needs this sending a jolt of lust straight through me.

“Confess to me, Lilith,” I growl in her ear, my fingers teasing her pussy as I press her harder against the wall. “Tell me your sins.”

Her whimper is barely audible, her voice breaking as she whispers, “I need you.”

That’s all I needed to hear.

In one swift motion, I lift her dress and rip her panties off and shove them into my pocket, I’ll be keeping those for later. Red marks are already on her beautiful, delicate skin where I just ripped them off. Positioning myself behind her, my cock already throbbing with the need to claim her again, to remind her of who she belongs to.

Before I thrust into her, I glance at the rosary beads in my hand. A dark idea flickers through my mind. I smirk as I bring the beads to her pussy, sliding them against her slick folds, teasing her with the sensation. Her body jerks in response, a gasp escaping her lips as the cold beads make contact with her heated cunt.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” I murmur darkly, my voice dripping with amusement. “You thought these were for praying, but this is how they’ll bring you to salvation.”

I slowly push the rosary beads into her, watching her body arch as the sensation sends shock waves through her. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, as I fuck her with the beads, each movement making her cry out in pleasure.

“Sebastian…” she gasps, her voice trembling as her body shakes beneath my touch.

“You’re going to come like this, Lilith,” I growl, my lips brushing her ear as I thrust the beads deeper inside her. “You’re going to come with these beads inside you, and then I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name like the prayer it is.”

Her body trembles, and I can feel her teetering on the edge. I pull the beads out slowly, teasing her, making her whimper in protest. Then, without warning, I slam into her, my cock filling her completely as her cry of pleasure echoes off the walls of the confessional.

“You think some god is going to save you?” I hiss, my lips brushing against her ear as I slam into her again and again. “You think praying will make you whole? I’m the only one who can do that. I’m the only one who can fuck you like this.”

Her cries grow louder, her body arching back into me as I fuck her harder, the force of it sending waves of pleasure through both of us. I slide my hand between her legs, rubbing her clit as I drive into her, feeling her body tighten around me, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“You’re mine, Lilith,” I growl, my hand wrapping around her throat, pulling her back against me as I fuck her deeper. “You belong to me. And you’ll always fucking belong to me.”

With one last hard thrust, I come, groaning as the pleasure surges through me, my body shaking with the intensity of it as I come inside her tight cunt. She falls apart around me, her body trembling as she cries out, the orgasm ripping through her.

We don’t have as much time here as I would have liked. I would have taken my time, fucked her slowly, let her beg for it.But this is enough. Enough to remind her of who she is. Of who we are.

As I pull out and adjust myself, I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her neck. “Don’t ever forget, Lilith,” I whisper in her ear. “I’m the only god you’ll ever need. The only one who can save you. Or destroy you.”

With that, I leave her there, still shaking, her breath ragged as she pulls herself together. I step back into the shadows of the cathedral, watching her, knowing that she’ll never escape me. She’s mine. Forever. Here I am, back in the dark. That’s where the monsters stay, and that’s exactly what I am. A fucking monster. I lean against the stone wall of the cathedral, the shadows wrapping around me like an old friend, my gaze locked on her. The cross looms over her like a silent witness, but it’s not god she needs. It’s me.

I step back into the shadows of the cathedral, my eyes still locked on Lilith, her body trembling, trying to piece herself together. She’s beautiful, broken, and mine—just the way I want her. The dim light casts the large cross in stark contrast to her figure, but I know, deep down, it’s not god she’s seeking. She was looking for a sign— that this was the life she was meant for. And I just gave her that sign. The thought sends a shiver of satisfaction down my spine.

I linger a moment longer, watching her, knowing she’ll never be able to escape me. I’ve bound her soul to mine in ways she doesn’t even fully understand yet. And she’ll always come back. Because I’m not just her lover—I’m her savior. Her god. The one who can ruin her, save her, or destroy her in the blink of an eye.

Slipping out of the cathedral, I pull my jacket tighter against the chill of the night air, my mind already shifting from the pleasure we just shared to what comes next. There’s a spot on my body that’s still bare, still untouched by ink. A space I’ve keptempty, waiting for the right moment. And tonight, it’s time to fill it.

As I make my way through the quiet streets back to my car, my mind flickers back to the image of her—on her knees, wrists tied in front of her perfect tits, tears streaking down her face as she stared up at me with that mixture of lust and desperation that only I can pull out of her. It’s burned into my memory, that look. The perfect fucking reminder of who she is to me. Who I am to her.

I pull out my phone, scrolling through the photos I’ve taken of her until I find the one I’m looking for. It’s a photo from that night when I had her on her knees in front of me, completely at my mercy. Her eyes are red from crying, her wrists bound tightly, the perfect image of submission and defiance all wrapped up in one. The picture alone sends a surge of heat through my body, but I’ve got something more in mind.

The tattoo shop comes into view, the familiar neon sign flickering in the window. I push open the door, the scent of ink and sterilized metal hitting me as I step inside. My guy, Marcus, looks up from behind the counter, his face splitting into a grin.

“Sebastian,” he says, nodding toward me. “What brings you in tonight? Got something new in mind?”

I walk up to the counter, sliding my phone across the glass. “Yeah. I need this tattooed. On my stomach. And I want you to add a rosary to her hands.”

Marcus picks up the phone, his eyes scanning the image. He whistles low, shaking his head as he looks at the photo. “Jesus, man. That’s intense.”

I smirk, leaning against the counter. “It’s perfect.”

Marcus studies the photo for a moment longer before nodding. “Alright. Let’s do it.”

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