Page 96 of The Library

I strip off my shirt as he preps his tools, the cold air biting at my skin. My body is already covered in tattoos—each one a markof something significant, something I needed to remember. But this one… this one is different. This one is for her.

As Marcus starts the outline, the needle buzzing against my skin, my mind drifts back to Lilith. To the way she looked tonight, standing beneath that cross, her body shaking with the aftermath of what I’d just done to her. The rosary added to her hands? That’s not just for show. It’s a reminder. A symbol that no one—not even god—can save her now. She’s mine, body and soul.

The pain of the tattoo is nothing compared to the fire burning inside me. With each stroke of the needle, I feel that sense of ownership grow stronger. She’s imprinted on me, not just in ink, but in blood. In every twisted part of who I am. And now, I’ll carry her with me, on my skin, as a permanent reminder that no one will ever come between us.

When Marcus finishes, I look down at the fresh ink, my lips curving into a satisfied smirk. The image of her is perfect—her tied wrists, the tears, and now the added rosary wrapped around her hands, completing the vision I had in mind.

Marcus steps back, wiping down the fresh ink. “You happy with it?”

I nod, standing up and stretching, feeling the sting of the fresh tattoo on my skin. “More than happy.”

As I head for the door, I can’t help but think of what Lilith will say when she sees it. Or how she’ll react when she realizes I’ve branded her into my flesh. Forever.

Because no matter what happens, no matter where she runs or how far she tries to go, she’ll never be able to escape me.

I’m her god. And I’m the only one who can save her—or destroy her.

And that, more than anything, is what makes this perfect.

Lilith

The last few weeks have been a whirlwind of passion, love, and raw intensity—every moment with Sebastian pulling me deeper into this world we’ve built together. Everything feels perfect now. More than perfect. We’re married, and I’m no longer just Lilith—I’m Mrs. Sebastian Ashford. The thought of it alone makes my heart race with a thrill that hasn’t dulled since the day we said our vows.

But that night, after he fucked me in the church, when he came home after getting that tattoo, everything shifted. He walked in, his eyes dark and hungry, and the second he lifted his shirt, revealing the fresh ink on his stomach, I felt something powerful stir inside me. There, etched into his skin, was an image of me—on my knees, wrists tied in front of me, tears running down my face. And now, a rosary added to my hands, making it look almost…holy. Sacred.

My breath hitched as I stared at the tattoo, a mix of pride and possession flooding through me. He had marked himself with me. Claimed me in the most permanent way possible. And I felt proud. Proud to have earned a permanent place on his skin, but also a permanent place in his life, in his soul.

The realization hit me hard: every time I’m on my knees, sucking his cock, I’ll be staring at that image of myself, tattooed on him, staring back at me like a desperate whore. It’s twisted, and yet it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Every time I look at himnow, I’ll be reminded of who I am—his. Completely and utterly his.

And every time he looks at that tattoo, he’ll know that no one else can ever have me the way he does. I’m etched into him, body and soul, and there’s no turning back.

Sebastian’s lips curled into that familiar, dark smile as he watched me process it all. “Do you like it, darling?” he asked, his voice low and rough, filled with that possessive edge I’ve grown to crave.

I nodded, unable to tear my eyes away from the ink. “I love it,” I whispered, my voice breathless. “I love that you did this for me. For us.”

He pulled me close then, his hand wrapping around my throat, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me of my place. His. Always his. “You’ve earned this, Lilith. You’re a part of me in every way that matters. Soon you’ll be mine in name too.”

The weight of those words settled over me, wrapping me in a warmth that was equal parts love and possessive obsession. I leaned into his touch, the fire between us burning hotter with every second. This is who we are—twisted, dark, and bound to each other in ways that no one else could ever understand.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

We didn’t go the traditional route when we got married—of course, we didn’t. How could we? Our lives, our love, they don’t follow anyone’s rules but our own. Especially after what he did to me in that church after we got engaged. So, we eloped in the most fitting place: the Library. The place where all of this began. It felt right, standing there among the towering shelves of books, the air thick with history, with words that once meant everything to me but now seem like shadows compared to the reality I’m living.

Ty and Anna were there, standing by our side as witnesses. Anna cried, of course. Tears ran down her cheeks as she clutched a tissue, her emotions bubbling over at the sight of us exchanging vows. Ty, on the other hand, pretended not to give a shit. He stood there with his usual cocky grin, rolling his eyes every time Anna dabbed at her tears. But I caught it—the brief flash of something softer when he looked at her, the way his hand tightened around hers during the vows.

“Jesus, it’s like a goddamn soap opera,” Ty muttered under his breath when Anna’s sniffles got louder. But his fingers never left hers, and for all his jokes and tough guy act, there was something undeniable in the way he held her close. Ty might be the joker, always full of sharp comments and inappropriate laughter, but when it came to Anna, he was just as fierce as Sebastian was with me.

They’re so different, yet so alike in their secrecy, both of them holding back parts of themselves from the world. Ty hides his darkness behind his grin, just like Sebastian cloaks his under that calm, dangerous exterior. But there’s no hiding it from the ones who know them best.

Sebastian and I exchanged no frills, no flowery speeches—just raw promises to one another. Promises sealed with blood, sealed with everything we are. No priest, no audience, just us standing with a gray sky outside, with the air thick and charged like a storm ready to break. Ty snickered when Sebastian cut his palm to seal our vows in blood, muttering something about how he’s seen this movie before. But even he shut up when Sebastian locked eyes with me, that intensity burning between us.

The ceremony was brief, intense, and perfect in its simplicity. Ty, of course, couldn’t resist throwing in a comment as soon as we kissed.

“Alright, lovebirds. Let’s get this show on the road. Blood, vows, and now the fucking apocalypse, right?” he smirked,slapping Sebastian on the back as if we hadn’t just sealed our fates forever.

“Shut the fuck up, Ty,” Sebastian growled, but there was a rare smile tugging at his lips. Even he couldn’t help but laugh when Ty threw an arm around Anna, who was still sniffling quietly, and whispered loudly, “You’re next, babe. Let’s make it extra bloody.”

That’s Ty—always the chaos, always the humor, but underneath it all, fiercely loyal. And as much as he teased and joked, he was there, standing beside us, because he understood what this meant.

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