The Library

Sebastian

T he moment I walk away from her, the tension in my body winds tighter, a dark coil of desire that’s nearly impossible to contain. Every step I take feels like a struggle to keep myself from turning around, from dragging her to the floor, ripping that dress off, and burying myself inside her tight cunt right there against the bookshelves. My cock is still throbbing, hard and demanding, the memory of her gasping under my touch pushing me to the edge of control. The way she came in my mouth, her pussy soaking my tongue, has me even more fucking obsessed. I’ll do anything to taste her cunt again—anything to feel her come undone on me, to watch her lose herself in the pleasure I give her. The need for her burns through me, relentless and unforgiving.

But control is everything.

I’ve waited too long to lose it now. I’ve waited too long for her. The scent of her skin, the feel of her pulse racing beneath my fingers, the way she shivered as I pressed her against the shelves—it’s all still fresh in my mind, vivid, driving me crazy. She has no idea the kind of restraint it took to walk away from her, to leave her standing there, panting, trembling, practically begging for more. The way her small body tensed, her muscles clenching as my tongue slid into her pussy, tasting every inch of her, has me on the brink of losing all control. That moment—her breath catching, her thighs trembling as I devoured her—it’s seared into me, and I’m aching to have it again, to push her even further until she’s completely mine.

But tonight…

Tonight, everything changes.

It hasn’t even been five minutes since I touched her, and already the need to fuck her, to own every inch of her body, is consuming me. The thought of her spread out beneath me, helpless, scared and eager, drives me to the brink of madness. I can still see her wide eyes staring up at me, that mix of innocence and desire twisting together in the most intoxicating way.

Fuck, I think, gripping the edge of the door frame as I step out of The Library and into the cool air. She’s going to be mine, completely.

The thought sends a surge of possessive heat through me, making my cock throb even harder. I inhale deeply, trying to steady myself, but the scent of her lingers on my skin, a constant reminder of how close I was to fucking her right there. I can still feel her body under my hands, her throat soft and delicate as I wrapped my fingers around it, just tight enough to remind her who’s in control. The way she responded, the way her body melted under my touch—fuck, she was made just for me.

I know what’s coming tonight. She’ll come to me, she’ll want answers, and she’ll think she has control over the situation. But she’s already lost it. She lost it the moment our paths crossed, the moment her wide, innocent eyes met mine there weeks ago.

The thought echoes in my mind like a mantra, filling me with dark satisfaction. I’ve already marked her in ways she doesn’t even realize yet.

She wants it, even if she’s too innocent to admit it to herself. She may be a virgin, but I’ve seen the way her body responds to me, the way her breath catches when I whisper in her ear, the way she arches into my touch, craving more. She wants to be fucked in every way imaginable, and I’m the one who’s going to show her just how deep her desires run.

The memory of her standing at the Halloween party, covered in that fake blood, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath… god, the things I want to do to her. The way she looked up at me, wide-eyed and trembling, with those lips parted like she was ready for me to take her right then and there—it’s a vision that’s burned into my mind, and I know it’ll be playing on repeat until tonight. And that upside-down cross necklace she wore, hanging just above her tits, like a twisted mockery of innocence, made everything worse. It suited her in all the wrong ways, and I wanted nothing more than to rip it off her, leave her naked and vulnerable, with nothing but that symbol of defiance as a reminder of who she belongs to.

Tonight, she’ll be on her knees, begging for it.

I climb into my car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turn white. My jaw clenches, my thoughts consumed by her, by the way her body responded to me, the way she whimpered when I tightened my grip on her throat. She’s going to be mine in every possible way, but I want her to beg for it first. I want her to realize that no one else can give her what I can.

No one else will ever touch her the way I do. No one else will ever have her —and that thought, that certainty, sends a jolt of possessive heat straight through me.

I know tonight will be the first of many nights. I’ve planned for this, waited for this, and now it’s time to take what’s mine. I’ll fuck her in every hole, every inch of her body trembling under my control. She’ll learn what it means to be mine, and she’ll never want anything or anyone else again. I’ll ruin her for anyone who even dares to come near her.

And she’ll fucking love it.

I smirk to myself as I drive, the tension in my body coiling even tighter. There’s a dark satisfaction in knowing how much control I have over her already. The way she whispered to herself in there, thinking she was alone, thinking no one could hear her… fuck, the things she said. The way she thought about me fucking her right there against those shelves, the way she’s been waking up soaked with need, dreaming of me, craving me. She doesn’t even realize how deeply I’ve embedded myself into her mind.

I am the only god she’ll ever know.

The words roll through my mind, echoing the promise I made to her earlier, and the dark thrill of it sends a shiver of excitement through me. She may think she’s in control of this situation, but the truth is, she’s been mine since the moment I laid eyes on her.

* * *

As I pull up to my house, I glance at my phone, half-expecting a message from her. I know she’ll come to me tonight, seeking answers, seeking something she doesn’t fully understand yet. And when she does, I’ll be ready. I’ll be waiting.

And when I finally have her…

Fuck, she’ll never be the same.