The Library

Lilith

W hat the literal fuck? He just did that and then walked away? My mind is spinning as I lean back against the bookshelf, my heart still racing, my legs trembling from the intensity of what just happened. The way his hand wrapped around my throat, the pressure just enough to make me feel his control but not too much to hurt me. And then he got on his knees, without warning, and ate my pussy until I came all over his mouth. I’m still reeling from the way his tongue moved inside me, the way he devoured me like he was starving for it. The intensity, the raw need, I felt it all.

And then, as if to make sure I wouldn’t forget, he pulled me up and kissed me—hard—making me taste myself on his lips. “You taste like fucking heaven, as close as I’ll ever get to it.” His words replay in my mind, sending a jolt of heat straight to my core. He didn’t stop there, though. The way he looked at me, his eyes dark and possessive, before whispering, “You are the only person I will ever get on my knees for. The only one I’ll ever fucking worship like this.”

And then…he just left. Like he didn’t just promise to ruin me. Like he didn’t just make me come on his fucking face and then walk away as if it was nothing. “Not here. Not yet.” Those words echo in my mind, sending a shiver down my spine. Does that mean tonight he’s going to fuck me? What does that even mean?

I can still feel his lips against my ear, whispering, “ before you start calling out for god, … you should know that I am the only god you’ll ever know.” Those words have been burned into my mind, seared into my skin as if they’ve become a part of me. He’s the only god I’ll ever know?

Fuck, what have I gotten myself into?

My body is still tingling from his touch. My skin feels electrified, every nerve buzzing with leftover arousal that has me weak in the knees. I can barely hold myself upright as I try to gather my thoughts, but all I can focus on is the heat still pooling low in my stomach. The ache between my thighs has only gotten worse since he touched me. My breath is shallow, my body on fire, and all I want is for him to make good on that promise. Tonight. The need to feel him, to finally have him take me, is all-consuming.

What the hell just happened? He walked away like I was nothing, like he didn’t just make me crave him with every fiber of my being. My nipples are still tight beneath my dress, my body still reacting to the mere thought of him. I can still feel my own come and wetness between my thighs, the evidence of how he devoured me, the heat of his mouth on my pussy still lingering. Every nerve in my body is alive, burning, and I can’t shake the ache he’s left behind.

But his control, the way he kissed me like he was claiming me—like he was giving me a taste of what’s to come—it’s infuriating. He left me trembling, aching, wanting… and now, I can’t stop thinking about him. I can’t stop thinking about the way he looked at me like he was already imagining fucking me right here, against the bookshelves, where anyone could see. The way his voice dripped with hunger when he said, “ is that what you want, ? You want me to finally fuck you in this store?”

The memory of it sends a fresh wave of heat through me, and I bite my lip, trying to focus. Get a grip, Lily. But I can’t. Not when his hands were just around my throat. Not when he made it so clear that he plans to take me, to make me his.

The more I think about it, the wetter I get. I shift my weight, trying to ignore the slickness between my thighs, the way my body is reacting to the mere idea of what’s going to happen tonight. I’ve never felt this way before—so completely out of control, so desperate for something I can’t quite name.

I straighten my dress, trying to compose myself, but it’s no use. My heart is still racing, my mind still replaying the way he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin, telling me he’d take me to heaven and drag me to hell.

Jesus christ, what am I doing?

I can’t stop thinking about tonight. The way he promised to take me, to fuck me in ways I’ve only read about in those books. The way he said he’s the only god I’ll ever know. And he’s right. I can already feel myself surrendering to him, even though I know I shouldn’t.

I force myself to breathe, to focus, but every time I close my eyes, I see his face. I feel his hands. I hear his voice. And all I can think about is the moment when he finally takes me, when I’ll no longer have to wonder what it feels like to have him inside me.

I pull my phone out of my pocket, staring at the screen, considering texting him again. But I don’t. Not yet. I’ll see him tonight. And when I do, I know I won’t be able to hold back.

Because tonight, I’ll be his. Whether I’m ready for it or not.