Lilith pov

“Please… take me, Lilith.”

A groan slipped from Lucien’s lips—low, deep, and wrecked, cutting through the night.

The air thickened instantly, turning heavy, suffocating, charged with raw tension.

My lips pressed against his neck, slow and deliberate, feeling the way his body reacted to me.

The way I reacted to him.

The way everything blurred, until there was nothing left but him.

The tall, intimidating man beneath me.

My back arched, a strained breath leaving me as he pushed into me, like he couldn’t help it.

Like he was desperate.

Just as I wanted him to be.

My hand tightened around his throat, not enough to hurt, just...