The Library

Sebastian

I watch her unravel, piece by piece, under my touch. The way her body responds to me—it’s like she was made for this, for me . She may not fully understand it yet, but she’s giving in to me already, and that knowledge sends a dark thrill coursing through me.

Lilith has no idea what’s coming for her. She still thinks she has control, that she can fight what’s happening between us. But I see the truth in her eyes, in the way her body arches toward me, even when her mind screams no. She’s been craving this— me —long before she even knew who I was.

I feel her shudder against me, her breath hitching as my hand skims under her sweater. Her skin is warm, soft, and the thought of having all of her—mind, body, and soul—makes my cock throb with the need to fuck her. She has no clue how close I am to fucking her right here, right now, in this quiet corner of this shop. And god, she’d love every second of it.

I can sense it in the way she’s trembling, the way she squeezes her thighs together, desperate for relief. She thinks she can hide it from me, but I know her better than she knows herself. I’ve spent countless hours studying her, memorizing every little quirk, every tiny detail that gives her away.

Her body speaks louder than her words ever could. She wants me, even if she won’t admit it out loud.

I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear as I push myself against her so she can feel how hard I am. “You’re so fucking perfect, Lilith.” The words are a whisper, but they carry weight, a promise of everything that’s about to happen. “Do you feel how much I want you?”

She shivers at my words, and I feel the tension in her body growing, her arousal building with every second that passes. She’s teetering on the edge, and I’m going to push her right over. And she will gladly fall.

Her lips part, and a soft moan escapes, almost involuntary. That sound—it nearly undoes me. My fingers tighten on her waist, pulling her closer until she can feel just how hard I am against her. Her breathing quickens, her chest rising and falling against mine, and I swear I can feel the rapid beat of her heart through her skin.

But I’m not going to give her what she wants just yet. Not until I’ve drawn every last ounce of pleasure, every last drop of surrender, from her.

I let my hand drift lower, to the waistband of her jeans. I can feel the tension in her, the way her body screams for more, for me to fuck her. But I won’t give her that satisfaction. Not yet.

Instead, I dip my fingers just beneath the edge of her jeans, grazing the sensitive skin there, teasing her, pushing her further into the madness she’s fighting so hard to deny. Her body jerks, hips shifting toward me, desperate for more.

“Tell me, Lilith,” I growl, my lips grazing her ear again. “Tell me you’ve been thinking about me. About this.”

Her breath catches in her throat, and for a moment, I think she’s going to resist. But then I hear it—a soft, broken whisper.

“I have,” she breathes, her voice shaky and laced with need.

Fuck . Hearing her admit it makes the control I’ve been holding onto slip just a little more. My grip tightens, and I press her harder against the bookshelf behind us, pinning her there, my body flush against hers.

“Good girl,” I murmur, my lips grazing the side of her neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. She trembles beneath me, melting into my touch. She’s already halfway there, and she doesn’t even realize it.

I let my hand trail lower again, this time slipping further beneath the waistband of her jeans. Her breath hitches, and I can feel the heat radiating from her, the wetness already soaking through her panties.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I groan, more to myself than to her, but I know she can feel the effect she’s having on me. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? Waiting for me .”

She doesn’t respond with words, but her body tells me everything I need to know. She arches toward me, her back curving as she tries to fuck herself with my fingers, pushing them deeper into her tight cunt, her breath coming out in soft, ragged gasps. The tension between us is suffocating, and I can feel her need, her desperation, building to a breaking point.

I press my lips to her neck, my teeth grazing her skin, and she moans, her hands clutching at my shirt as if she’s afraid to let go. But I’m not going to let her fall—not yet. I want her right at the edge, teetering between pleasure and madness, until there’s nothing left but her need for me.

Her moan is soft, but it’s enough to make my control slip a little further. I press my finger against her, teasing, rubbing her clit with my thumb, but not giving her what she’s begging for.

She’s trembling beneath me, and I can feel her pulse racing under my fingertips. The way her body reacts to my touch is intoxicating, and I revel in the power I have over her. I lean closer, my lips brushing against her skin, just enough to make her shiver.

“Tell me you’ve thought about this,” I growl, my voice low and rough, each word dripping with command. “Tell me you’ve imagined my hands on you, touching you.”

Her voice is barely a whisper, shaky and breathless. “I have,” she says, struggling to get the words out. “I’ve thought about it.”

A dark satisfaction courses through me. Of course she has. I tighten my grip on her, possessive, as I push my fingers deeper, her slick heat wrapping around them. The moan that escapes her lips is music to my ears, and I smirk against her skin. She’s mine—she just doesn’t fully realize it yet.

“I knew you would,” I murmur against her neck, my voice filled with the promise of everything I’m going to do to her. “You were always meant to be mine.”

She’s soft, pleading, barely able to form words, and it makes my cock throb in response. “Please,” she whispers, desperate, and I can’t help but chuckle darkly. Her need is palpable, and I love how powerless she is under my control.

I bring my lips to her ear, letting my breath brush against her neck, feeling the way her body tenses. “Please what, Lilith?” I ask, my voice a low growl, the hunger creeping into every syllable. “You want more? You have to beg for it.”

I can feel the weight of her desire, the tension between us reaching a boiling point. And as I wait for her to break, I know that no matter how much she tries to fight it, she’ll always come back to me—begging for more.

“Touch me,” she finally manages to say, her voice trembling. “Please.”

A smirk spreads across my lips. Dark. Victorious. I’ve won, and we both know it. My fingers slide back into her pussy, brushing against her, and her body reacts instantly, her hips moving hard against my hand without permission.

Without warning, I plunge my fingers deep inside her, fucking her relentlessly. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, as her body tightens around me. I don’t stop, not until I feel her shatter, her release soaking my hand as she comes, trembling and gasping, completely undone by my touch.

I press my lips to her neck, my teeth grazing her skin, and I feel her entire body tense. Slowly, I pull my cum-soaked fingers out of her, bringing them to my mouth, licking them clean with deliberate, slow strokes. Her eyes widen as she watches, her breath still ragged.

“Good girl,” I whisper against her ear, my voice low and dangerous. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She’s so close, on the edge of collapse, and I know it won’t take much more for me to push her over. I’m too close to that edge too, and I need to stop now before I end up bending her over right here and fucking her until she’s screaming my name.

So I stop.

My hand pulls away, leaving her gasping, trembling, desperate for more. She lets out a sound of protest, but I’ve already stepped back, pulling away from her.

“Not yet,” I say, my voice low and commanding. “You came for me once, but next time… next time you’ll be begging for it.”

I lean in close, my lips barely grazing hers, teasing her with the promise of a kiss. “You’ll beg for it, Lilith,” I whisper, watching the shiver that runs through her. The control I have over her is intoxicating. “And when you do, I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

I feel her body tense, her nails digging into my arms as her breath comes out in quick, shallow gasps. She’s so fucking close, and she has no idea that I’m just getting started.