The Library

Sebastian

Everything is different, yet everything is the same. The desire, the power, the hunger—none of that has changed. If anything, it’s only grown stronger. I close my MacBook after reviewing the final edits of my latest deal, turning my attention to the woman who has been at the center of my world since the day she walked into it.

Lilith sits at the desk, her posture relaxed but the fire still in her eyes as she finishes up something on her own laptop. It’s one of those books she writes, the dark romances that fill the shelves of bookstores, those stories laced with our real-life adventures. She’s a bestselling author now, and I couldn’t be more proud of her. She built that with her own hands. It’s not just the power I’ve given her that drives her—she’s earned every bit of that success. But I know I’ve been a part of it. I’ve given her everything—love, darkness, fantasies, and power. And she’s given it all right back to me.

I walk up behind her, plant a kiss on the side of her temple, letting my breath fan against her skin. She shivers, and fuck, I love that. Even after all these years, I still make her body tremble for me.

“Finished already?” I ask, a smirk playing on my lips, as soon as she closes her MacBook. My voice is low, teasing.

She nods, her eyes bright with the satisfaction of having completed another book, another piece of the empire she’s built for herself. “Finished,” she replies.

God, I’m so fucking proud of her. I watch her send the final copy off to her agent, the same fire in her eyes that I’ve always loved. She’s a force to be reckoned with, this woman of mine. And that turns me on more than I can put into words.

But before I can get lost in the pride I feel for her, my hand instinctively moves to her breast, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, fingers teasing her nipple. I feel her entire body respond to me, her pussy wet with need in an instant.

“Why don’t we give them another story to read?” I murmur in her ear, my teeth grazing her bottom lip hard enough to make her bleed. My tongue sweeps over the mark I’ve just made, and I feel her shudder beneath me.

Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t lose her nerve. She never does. “Only if you can catch me,” she says with that dangerous grin I love so much.

I spin her chair around just as she’s about to dart out of the room, pulling her into me with a force that makes her gasp. My thumb presses against her lip where she’s been biting it, teasing her, letting her know what’s coming next. She sucks my thumb into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it in a way that makes me hard as a rock.

A dangerous, beautiful smile spreads across my face, and I see the heat flash in her eyes.

“Run,” I growl, my voice rough, a dark promise hanging in the air. “You know what happens when I catch you.”

She’s on her feet before I can even blink, but I don’t chase her yet. I let her think she’s going to win this time, that maybe she has a shot at escaping me. I let her adrenaline spike, let her believe she has a chance to hide.

But she never does.

The thrill of the chase always excites her. It’s just a game to her, but I’ll always catch her. Every fucking time.

I let her believe she’s safe for a few moments, listening to the soft patter of her footsteps as she searches for a hiding place. But I know her every move. I know exactly where she’ll go. It’s always the same—she’ll choose somewhere she thinks I won’t expect. But I do. I always do.

I slip into the closet of the guest room. She doesn’t know I’m already there, hiding behind the clothes, waiting for her to make her mistake. I can hear her breathing, feel her tension as she tiptoes inside and quietly closes the door. She thinks she’s safe.

But she’s not.

Before she can even register that I’m behind her, my hand is over her mouth, stifling her scream. I pull her back against me, feeling the rapid beat of her heart, the rush of her pulse.

“I will always find you, Lilith,” I growl in her ear, my voice low and menacing. “Every single time.”

She struggles for a moment, her hands grasping at mine, but it’s not fear. It’s excitement. I can feel her body responding to me, can sense the way she’s melting into my grip.

I release her mouth, sliding my hand down to her throat, applying just enough pressure to remind her who’s in control. “You’re caught, darling,” I laugh darkly. “Just like a mouse in a trap.”

She whimpers, and it’s the sweetest sound in the world to me. I love how much she gives me, how freely she lets me take control. With one hand still around her throat, I pull the handcuffs from my pocket, the metallic click making her body stiffen with anticipation. She knows what’s coming next.

Her hands are bound behind her back, just tight enough to leave marks, just enough to remind her who she belongs to. I push her out of the closet, guiding her by her throat. Her pulse pounds beneath my fingers, and I can’t help but smile. She looks fucking beautiful.

I tear her shirt off, ripping it so I don’t have to remove the handcuffs. Her bare breasts bounce, her nipples hardening in the cool air, and I let my eyes travel over her body. I strip her of the rest of her clothes, pulling her pants down over her perfect ass.

“Get on your knees for me,” I order, my voice rough.

She obeys without hesitation, and fuck, she’s beautiful sitting down there. I stand over her, unzipping my pants as she looks up at me, those blue eyes wide with excitement. I slam into her mouth, not bothering to be gentle, and I groan as she gags around me.

I fuck her mouth hard, over and over, until tears are streaming down her cheeks. Fuck, she looks so beautiful when she cries for me.

By the time I’m finished, her lips are swollen, her chest glistening with sweat and come. I pull her to her feet, watching her struggle with the pain of being on her knees for so long. She whimpers, but I can’t help but mock her a little.

“What’s wrong, baby? Am I hurting you?”

“Yes,” she whispers, her voice breathless. “But I love it.”

I can’t help but grin at that. “Good girl,” I murmur, my words making her body tighten with arousal.

I grab the belt from my jeans, wrapping it around her neck as I push her into the bathroom. Her reflection stares back at me in the mirror, and I can see the desire in her eyes, the way she’s already dripping with need.

“Spread your legs,” I command, my voice dark.

She does, and I slam into her hard, watching her gasp as I cut off her air supply with the belt. Her body convulses with pleasure, and I fuck her harder, making sure she’s right on the edge of consciousness as I drive into her.

“Come for me,” I growl.

And she does. She always does. Her entire body tightens around me, and I spill into her with a groan, watching her collapse against the counter.

After I’ve finished, I lean down, loosening the belt and kissing her softly on her sweet lips. “I love you,” I whisper. I love her so fucking much.

I unfasten the handcuffs, lifting her into my arms and carrying her to our master bathroom. She deserves to be cleaned up after what I just did to her. I sit her on the counter and start drawing a hot bath, filling it with bubbles. When the tub is full, I return to her, pressing another soft kiss to her lips before carrying her over to it, before going to our bedroom.

As I come back into the bathroom, she’s resting her head against the porcelain clawfoot tub, watching me. She looks so beautiful like this, her skin flushed from our time together, her eyes soft and full of love. I wish I could freeze this moment, just to soak it in for a little longer.

It’s all a game to her, the running, the hiding. But she knows I’ll always catch her. Every time.

I kneel beside the tub, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She smiles at me, and I know, without a doubt, that this is everything I’ve ever wanted.