The Library

Sebastian

T he moment she says my name, something primal snaps inside me. Hearing it fall from her lips—soft, breathless, like a plea—ignites a fire I’ve barely been holding back. I’ve been patient, more patient than I thought possible, but the way she looks at me, her lips trembling, her body practically begging for my touch, I know I can’t hold back much longer.

Her dress clings to her body, the fake blood dripping down her chest, accentuating every curve I want to claim. She’s a vision of raw temptation—dark, dangerous, and entirely unaware of the power she holds over me. But that’s the thing—she doesn’t hold power over me. I hold it over her.

The air between us feels thick, charged with something electric, and I see the way her body responds to me. Her breath quickens, her eyes wide with a mix of desire and fear. She’s pretending to resist, but her body tells me everything I need to know. She wants this. She wants me.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?” I whisper, my voice low, rough with the control I’m barely hanging onto. My hand moves to her waist, my fingers pressing into her soft skin through the fabric of her dress. I want to rip it off her, see every inch of her laid bare, but I hold back, savoring the tension, the anticipation.

She shivers under my touch, her body leaning into me despite herself. I can feel the heat radiating off her, the pulse of her heart pounding in time with my own. Her lips part, like she wants to say something, but no words come. Just a soft gasp as I let my thumb trail up, brushing the edge of her breast, teasing her.

“…” she whispers, and fuck, the way she says my name—it’s like a drug.

I lean in closer, my lips hovering just over her ear. “I’ve been watching you, Lilith. I’ve been waiting for this.” I growl, my breath hot against her skin.

She trembles beneath me, and I can see the way her chest rises and falls, her breath shallow. Her eyes flutter closed as my fingers move lower, tracing the curve of her waist, down to the hem of her dress. I want to push her, to see how far she’ll let me take her. How much she’ll beg before she realizes she’s already given in.

But I’m not going to fuck her. Not yet.

I smirk, leaning back just enough to watch her face as she opens her eyes, those dark, desperate eyes that are silently pleading for more. “You want this, don’t you?” I ask, my voice low and dangerous. “You want me.”

Her lips tremble, but she nods, barely able to speak. “I… I shouldn’t…”

I chuckle softly, my fingers brushing just beneath her dress, teasing the soft skin of her thigh. “But you do.”

The tension between us is almost unbearable now. Her body is practically begging for me, her mind fighting it, but her instincts know better. I lean down, brushing my lips against her neck, just enough to feel her pulse race beneath my mouth. “Say it,” I whisper against her skin. “Tell me you want me.”

She lets out a soft whimper, her hands gripping the edge of the sink, knuckles white as she tries to steady herself. But I can feel her giving in, the fight slipping from her body as the desire takes over. Her voice is shaky, barely a whisper. “I… I want you.”

A dark smile tugs at my lips. Victory. I lean back slightly, watching her eyes, seeing the mixture of relief and anticipation. “Good girl.”

But I’m not going to make this easy for her. I’ve waited long enough, and I want to savor every second of her unraveling. I step back, letting my hand drop from her body, leaving her standing there, breathless and confused.

“Not tonight,” I murmur, my voice still dripping with intent. “You’re not ready for me yet.”

Her eyes widen in surprise, but I see the flicker of disappointment too. She wants more—shit, I want more—but this isn’t about her. This is about control. My control over her.

I turn to leave, but not before giving her one last look, my gaze dark, possessive. “Soon, Lilith. Very soon.”