Page 48 of Hell Hath No Fury

Lilith rides me from below, the slow rotation of her hips a delicious push and pull that has me muttering and cursing in every language I know, earning more giggles and self-satisfied murmuring from her. She grips my ass in both of her hands and then pulls me deeper as she uses her heels on the backs of my thighs to drive me closer and closer to the edge.

I rock my hips, rubbing the base of my cock against her clit, wanting, needing her to come with me. Her body writhes, her hands moving to my lower back as she bucks wildly, a frustrated sob falling from her lips. I attempt to push myself off of her, but she clutches at me, so I rub my cheek against hers. “I’m not going anywhere. I just need some space to ensure you come with me.”

Slowly, her grip eases. I press my palms into the mattress, placing a kiss on her lips as I sit up. Adjusting my knees so I can multitask, I’m grateful for the brief distraction before I prematurely lose myself in her touch, her scent, and her breathless panting moans against my ear.

Reaching for a pillow, I pull on her hip, and she lifts herself just enough for me to stuff the pillow beneath her ass. Then I sink back in, my breath coming out in a hiss as her wet heat tightens around my dick. I grip her hip with one hand, holding her in place as I move my free hand to her pussy, stroking and pinching her clit.

I set an easy pace that quickly escalates in urgency. Raising herself on her elbows, her eyes flit from my face to where my cock is rutting into her, my thumb stroking her clit firmly. Soon, her eyes half close, her head falling back on a moan, and my heart stutters in my chest, hot euphoria ricocheting through my body.

“Look at me.” My words are more a plea than a command, but still, her eyes meet mine, unblinking, glowing with unfettered emotion that steals my breath. I pump into her faster, harder, rubbing her clit with my thumb and then pinching the swollen flesh between my thumb and forefinger in time with my inward thrusts.

Our eyes remain locked as her body twitches, and then my name falls from her lips in a whisper, quickly followed by a sob of pleasure as she comes undone.

And I’m a fucking goner.

Pleasure zaps down my spine, the heat in my groin settling in my balls as my orgasm barrels down on me. I manage a few hard, jackhammering thrusts, and then, I stop, my cock pressed deep as her wet quivering walls suck the very life out of me.

The broken sob that erupts from inside me is guttural. I try to say her name, and maybe I do, but the white-hot pleasure turns my words into an incoherent cacophony of Italian and English.

My heart. My life. My soul.

I have no idea how long we remain like that, her now sprawled on her back, me kneeling between her spread legs, hands gripping her hips. Our eyes are locked in a standoff of time, space, and heartbeats.

Eventually, I move my hips back and then ease down on top of her, once again resting on my forearms, a hand cupping each side of her head. We kiss languidly, with soft touches and gentle caresses, tasting and teasing, learning and memorizing.

Reluctantly, we come apart, and I roll onto my back, staring up at the ceiling as she waves me off and then stands, making her way to the bathroom. She doesn’t close the bathroom door, but still, I give her a moment of privacy, knowing if she wants me to help, she will tell me.

After a few minutes, she calls the all-clear, and I join her, smiling at the array of toiletries Agatha must have pilfered from my room. We both go about our nightly routine, stealing glances and smiles in the mirror, with lazy shoulder kisses, fingertips brushing, stroking, and caressing.

Eventually, we finish up and exit the bathroom, and she makes her way to the bed, climbing in as I turn off the lights and join her. I settle on my back, and before I can even raise my arm to beckon her closer, she rolls toward me, ducking her head beneath my arm and creating a spot for herself.

Exactly where I want her. Sprawled next to me, half on top of me.

We lie there, staring into the shadowed moonlight, my hand caressing her hip, a comfortable silence settling over us.

Her fingers stroke my chest lazily as she asks quietly, “Do you ever worry that this thing between us is just an illusion brought on by great trauma?”

I don’t answer immediately, taking my time to come up with an explanation that won’t sound entirely insane. She squirms around, craning her head back until she’s looking at my face in the dim light, and I do my best to keep my expression neutral, not wanting to alarm her without good reason. “No, never.”

“How can you be so sure? How can you be so certain it all won’t just fade away?”

Again, I pause, sighing deeply as I scoot down, turning slightly to face her. Her eyes search mine, those little worry lines back between her brows. I touch them lightly, smoothing them with my fingertip. “I’m sure because I’ve had literal decades to come to terms with our shared trauma, decades in which I’ve watched you from afar, wondering if that deep yearning would ever release me from its painful grip.”

She opens her mouth to interrupt, but I move my finger from her brow to her lips, silencing her. “No argument will ever take back the trials and tribulations of time gone by. No amount of reason or rationality will ever change my unending devotion to you. There is literally nothing in this world or the next that will stop me from loving you.”

“But what if loving me is nothing more than chaos?”

I smile, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her against my chest, her face pressed into my shoulder. “If loving you is chaos, then let it wrap me in its violence and torment me for eternity because I will never, ever let you go.”

22

A Half-Assed Interrogation

Lilith

Thatno-goodmotherfucker.

When Antonio woke me in the predawn hours to let me know he had some European business to attend to, it never occurred to me he might mean European business he had to attend toinEurope.

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