The Library

Lilith

15 years later.

I close my MacBook and roll my neck.

Finally.

Sebastian plants a kiss on the side of my temple, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine, igniting that familiar energy between us. I close my eyes, drinking in the sensation—the undeniable pull that never fades, the way his presence always makes my body tremble with excitement for him. Heat rises to my cheeks, that delicious blush spreading through me because I know exactly what’s about to follow.

“Finished already?” he asks, a smirk tugging at those lips that have devoured me countless times.

I nod. “Finished.”

I’m sending the final copy of my latest book to my agent after approving what my editor has done.

I’m a bestselling author. I did that. The power I’ve come into by being with Sebastian may have given me an edge, but the books? That was all me. I spent what felt like a lifetime writing my first one, sending it to anyone who might take a chance on me. And then it happened—it all took off from there.

Now, the books I’ve written over the last few years fill the shelves of bookstores across the world—just like the one Sebastian slammed me into the first time he slid his fingers inside me. My readers devour my stories, always begging for more, just like I do for him. Little do they know those fictional dark romances are inspired by my real-life adventures—especially the sexual ones. He gave me that. He gave me all of this—the power, the love, and the wildest fantasies that now fill the pages my readers crave.

Just as my mind starts to wander, his hand slips onto my nipple, interrupting my thoughts in the most delicious way. My entire core ignites, my pussy soaked in an instant.

“Why don’t we give them another story to read,” he murmurs, his teeth grazing my bottom lip, biting it, making it bleed before his tongue soothes the sting.

“Only if you can catch me,” I reply with a dangerous grin that now has blood in it.

He spins my chair around, stopping it so abruptly I nearly fall out. His eyes are dark with that familiar hunger, and I know exactly what that look means. Biting my lip in anticipation, I let him trace his thumb over my bloodied mouth, gently pressing against where my teeth dig into my bottom lip. Without hesitation, I suck his thumb into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, teasing him.

He pulls his thumb out, his eyes growing wilder by the second.

A terrifyingly beautiful smile spreads across his face. “Run,” he growls in my ear, his voice dripping with arousal. “You know what happens when I catch you.”

God, that fear instantly makes me wetter.

He knows I’ll let him catch me, but I take off running through the house anyway. He knows how much I love the chase. And I love the wild look in his eyes when he finally catches me, just before he devours every inch of my body, spreading me open like I’m his feast.

This is a dangerous game we play. And I love every second of it.

I race through the house, darting past the kids’ rooms, the hallways empty now that they’re all in school. Our daughter, Morrigan, will be 15 soon. Saint and Cain, our twin boys, just turned 18 a few months ago. They’ve grown into their personalities so sharply over the years—Saint is so much like his father, calm, calculating, always observing the world around him with his mismatched eyes, one green and one brown. Cain, though… he’s wild, reckless, constantly testing the boundaries with the same mismatched eyes as his brother, except his are blue and brown.

Then there’s Morrigan. She may not have the boys’ mismatched eyes, but hers are just as striking. Her eyes are a vivid blue, the color of mine, but her right one is split down the middle, with the right side of it a deep brown—exactly like her father’s. And just like her brothers, she’s every bit as ruthless. Maybe more. She commands attention, even from her brothers, who instinctively defer to her. She’s growing into her own power, just like I did.

Sebastian is so proud of her. But for now, he has me in his sights, and I can hear him stalking me.

I dart into the guest room closet, thinking I can buy myself a moment, but I know it’s hopeless. I can feel him before I even see him, and then his hand is over my mouth, his body pressing into mine from behind.

“I will always find you, . Every. Single. Time,” he growls into my ear.

I whimper, my body trembling with excitement as my heartbeat pounds against his chest. His hand tightens over my mouth, and I know exactly what’s coming.

“What was that you said earlier? ‘Only if I can catch you?’” His voice is deadly with amusement. “You’re caught, darling. Just like a mouse in a trap.”

I shiver, barely able to breathe, but I love the feel of his control. He releases my mouth, only to slide his hand down to my throat, controlling my breathing now, and it sends a wave of arousal flooding through me.

He pulls out a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket, and I stiffen at the sound of the metal clicking. My nipples harden at the thought of being completely at his mercy. What a good whore I am for him.

With one hand still around my throat, he uses the other to cuff my wrists behind my back, each click of the cuffs making me shudder. The handcuffs are tight, just the way I like it, enough to bite into my skin with a pleasurable sting. He pushes me out of the closet, his grip still firm on my throat, leading me to the center of the guest room like I’m his to command.

He rips my shirt right off me, no need to remove the cuffs. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I never do at home. My breasts are exposed, my nipples hard from the cool air, and he wastes no time stripping off my pants and panties, leaving me completely bare.

He circles me slowly, like a predator sizing up his prey. And I am his prey, trembling, waiting for him to consume every inch of me.

His fingers tangle in my hair, yanking my head back, exposing my neck. His teeth sink into my skin, sending a cry spilling from my lips before his tongue gently soothes the bite.

“Get on your knees,” he commands, and I obey without hesitation.

I kneel before him, looking up at him through my dark lashes, my lips parting slightly as I wait for what’s next. He stands over me, the god I belong to, unzipping his pants.

“Good girl,” he murmurs as he pulls his hard cock out, and my eyes widen at the sight of him.

He slams his cock into my mouth, hard and fast, and I moan around him as I take him in. I start moving my head back and forth, sliding him in and out of my mouth, knowing exactly what I’m doing to him. His eyes darken, his control slipping for a moment, and I smirk as he watches me.

But it’s not long before he grabs the back of my head, slamming himself into me, making me gag as he thrusts deeper. Over and over, until drool is dripping down my chin and onto my bare chest. He pulls out for a moment, letting me catch my breath, only to tease me with the tip of his cock, rubbing it against my lips before slamming back in.

Tears streak down my cheeks, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes when he fucks my mouth harder than before. I choke on him, every thrust pushing me closer to the edge, and then he explodes down my throat. His come drips down my chin, landing on my breasts, and I swallow what’s left, tasting every drop of him.

Before I can finish swallowing, he grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet, my knees aching from being on them so long, my hands still bound behind my back.

“What’s wrong, baby?” His voice is mocking, amused. “Am I hurting you?”

“Yes,” I whisper, “but I love it.”

“Good girl,” he whispers, and my body floods with heat.

“But the pain you’re feeling now is nothing compared to what’s coming, ” he says darkly, his voice sending a delicious chill through me.

He slides the belt off his jeans, and my eyes widen.

A smirk forms on his lips as he circles me again, taking in the sight of me covered in his come, completely at his mercy.

He grabs the back of my neck and pushes me into the bathroom, bending me over the counter, my hands still cuffed behind me.

“Spread your legs,” he growls.

I obey, looking at my reflection in the mirror, meeting his gaze as he stands behind me. His eyes trail over me, biting his lip as he takes in every inch of my body.

His eyes lock with mine in the mirror, and a wicked smile spreads across his face.

Without warning, he wraps the belt around my neck and slams into me, hard and deep. I let out a muffled cry, struggling to breathe as he tightens the belt, keeping me on the edge of consciousness.

“Watch yourself, baby,” he growls. “Watch yourself as I keep you right on the edge while I fuck you.”

I try to keep my gaze steady, but my vision is blurring, spots forming as the air slips from my lungs.

Just as I’m about to black out, he loosens the belt, allowing me a gasp of air.

“Now come for me, darling,” he growls into my ear.

And with a few more hard thrusts I explode, my body trembling and clenching around him as I come harder than I ever have before. My vision blurs again, but this time it’s from the sheer intensity of the orgasm. My entire body shudders as he continues to thrust into me, riding me through the wave of pleasure. I can hear his ragged breath behind me, feel his hands tighten around the belt as he fucks me even harder, as if he’s determined to push me to the brink all over again.

My knees are weak, my body barely able to hold itself up against the counter, but he doesn’t stop. He tightens the belt around my neck again, just enough to make me gasp, my eyes locked with his in the mirror. I’m watching myself come undone for him, and it’s the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced.

“Look at yourself,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear. “Look how fucking beautiful you are when you break for me.”

I try to hold his gaze in the mirror, but the intensity of it all is overwhelming. I can feel another orgasm building, my body so responsive to him, so desperate to give him everything he demands.

“Come again, ,” he commands, his voice thick with need.

And I do. Harder this time, my body completely giving in to him, convulsing around his cock as he pounds into me. I can feel the heat of his release building inside him, feel the tension in his muscles as he nears the edge. And then, with a final thrust, he spills into me, his come mixing with mine, both of us a tangled, sweaty mess as we finally collapse against the counter.

He loosens the belt around my neck, pulling it away entirely, and I gasp for air, my lungs burning with the rush of oxygen. But I don’t move. I stay bent over the counter, my hands still cuffed behind me, my body trembling from the intensity of it all.

Sebastian leans over me, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, “You’re mine, . My perfect fucking whore.”

A shiver runs down my spine at his words, and I know that he’s right. I am his. Completely. But in that moment, I also know that he’s mine. Just as much.

He unfastens the handcuffs, his hands gentle now, lifting me into his arms as if I weigh nothing. My body is sore, every nerve still tingling from what he just did to me. But instead of leaving me, he carries me to the master bathroom. He always cleans me up after he breaks me.

He sets me on the counter, his touch almost tender, and turns to start drawing a bath, filling it with bubbles. Carrying me over to the clawfoot tub and then leaving me for a moment.

I watch him as he walks back in, leaning my head against the cool porcelain of the tub, my skin still flushed from our time together. He’s calm now, but I can see the dark satisfaction lingering in his eyes. I know he’s replaying everything, just like I am. The game we play. The running. The hiding. But I know, as well as he does, that he’ll always catch me. Every time.

He kneels beside the tub, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from my face. I can’t help but smile at him. He looks at me like I’m his world, and in this moment, with the heat of the bath and his eyes on mine, I believe it.

Maybe this is everything he’s ever wanted. Maybe, for a second, it’s everything I’ve ever wanted too.

My body melts into his, exhausted and sated, as he carries me to the bed after washing my body. He lays me down gently, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead as he wraps me in his warmth.

“I love watching you take every inch of me,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough with affection. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

My heart swells at his praise, my insides melting at the sound of his voice. No matter how rough he is with me, no matter how much he pushes me to my limits, he always makes me feel cherished. Loved.

“I love you,” I whisper, my voice weak but full of sincerity.

“I love you too,” he replies, his lips brushing against my temple as he pulls me closer.

As I lay there, my mind inevitably drifts to the kids. They’re all at school now, growing up faster than I ever imagined. Morrigan is almost old enough to start becoming involved in the Society. Though she already knows so much more than most would think, I can’t help but feel a pang of worry. She’s sharp, capable, and fierce—just like me—but that doesn’t ease the tension in my chest.

I know what’s coming, the world she’s about to step into. She’s ready for it, more than ready, but as her mother, I’m not sure I’ll ever be fully prepared to watch her walk into the darkness.

“Do you think Morrigan is ready for it?” I ask quietly, my voice breaking the comfortable silence between us.

Sebastian’s hand tightens around mine, his voice soft but full of conviction. “She’s ready. They all are.”

I nod, knowing he’s right. Our children are strong, fierce, capable of handling whatever comes their way. And they’ll do it together, just like we have.

But for now, they’re still ours. Still young. And I’m grateful for the time we have, for the life we’ve built. Because no matter how dark it gets, no matter how dangerous the world becomes, I know that we’ll face it together. Just like we always have.

Sebastian presses another kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering against my skin as I drift off to sleep, wrapped in the warmth of his love. And as I fall into the darkness of sleep, I know that no matter what, I’ll always be his.