Chapter 1137: Lilith’s Seduction [Part 4]
Chapter 1137 – Lilith’s Seduction [Part 4]
After those words, she decided to take the lead. She rolled them, her knees on either side of his hips. She was above him now, her skin glowing in the candlelight, her hair a dark cascade around her shoulders. She was breathtaking.
She looked down at him, a slow, lazy smile spreading across her face. "You are a beautiful thing, Lux." Her finger traced the line of his jaw, the curve of his lips. "All this greed, all this control, all for me."
He didn’t deny it. He couldn’t.
His breath hitched as her tongue darted out to taste the pre-cum that beaded at the tip. Her gaze never left his as she swirled her tongue around the sensitive head, her lips stretching around him as she took him into her mouth.
His hands fisted in her hair, his knuckles white. He watched, mesmerized, as she moved, her head bobbing in a slow, deliberate rhythm. She was a goddess, and he was her willing sacrifice. He could feel the pressure building, the pleasure coiling in his groin, a tight, hot knot of need.
She took him deeper, the head of his cock brushing against the back of her throat. He could feel the muscles of her throat convulse around him, a slick, tight heat that was almost unbearable.
He groaned, a low, guttural sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. He could feel the last threads of his control snapping.
She knew. She could feel it in the desperate thrust of his hips, in the way his fingers tightened in her hair, in the ragged, uneven rhythm of his breathing. He was close. So close.
She pulled back, her lips glistening, a triumphant glint in her eyes. "Not yet," she whispered.
"You are torturing me," he breathed.
"No," she said, her voice husky, her hands stroking his slick length. "I am worshipping you. There is a difference."
She straddled him then, her knees on either side of his hips. She positioned herself above him, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance. She was wet, hot, ready. She looked down at him, her expression a mixture of love and lust, of power and vulnerability.
"Look at me, Lux," she commanded, her voice soft but firm.
His eyes, dark and dazed with desire, met hers. He was completely at her mercy, a king dethroned, a god unmade.
And then she sank down onto him.
Slowly.
Inch by delicious, agonizing inch.
Impatiently, he tried to pull her down onto him.
She stopped her hips from moving downwards.
He groaned, a desperate, needy sound.
"Patience," she chided, her hands pressing against his chest, holding him down. "Good things come to those who wait."
She was killing him. Slowly. Deliciously. He had never felt anything like it. He had always been the one in control, the one setting the pace, the one dictating the terms. To be at her mercy, to be the one pleading, it was a new kind of agony, a new kind of ecstasy.
Finally, when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, she took him all the way in. She seated herself fully on him, her hips flush with his, his cock buried deep within her.
She stayed like that for a moment, her head thrown back, her throat a long, vulnerable arch. She was bathed in the golden glow of the candlelight, her skin flushed, her breasts rising and falling with her ragged breathing.
"Lilith..." her name was a broken, reverent whisper on his lips.
"I know, Lux," she breathed. "I know."
And then she began to move. And it wasn’t slow. She rode him like she was riding a beast. A wild horny beast. Faster. Faster. More. Deeper. Harder.
Her inner walls clenched around him, the friction delicious, unbearable. Her head fell back.
"You think you can control me just because you’re sitting on top of me?" he asked with a grin.
"Try me, Lux." She challenged.
Lux smirked and sat up, the motion lifting her off him.
"What are you doing, Little Greed?" she asked.
"Giving you what you want."
He gripped her hips and pulled her down onto his cock.
"Oh, f*ck," she gasped.
"That’s the plan," he replied with a smirk.
He began to thrust into her, slow and deep.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"Gods," she moaned. "Don’t stop."
He didn’t.
He fucked her like he was the king of the world. Like he owned her. And in that moment, she was his.
Her breath was coming in short, desperate gasps. The scent of s*x and sweat hung heavy in the air.
She was close.
So close.
"Lux," she gasped, his name a prayer and a curse on her lips.
But he didn’t finish. "Don’t you dare cum before me," he snarled.
Instead, he pulled her off him, turned her, and slammed her back into the chaise. She was facing the other direction, her breasts pressed against the fabric. He was behind her, his body a hot, hard presence against her back.
"Oh gods," she moaned, the loss of him almost unbearable.
Then, without warning, he was inside her again. His cock stretching her, filling her, his hands gripping her hips, holding her steady.
She was his. Completely. Utterly. Hers.
"Please," she begged, her voice breaking.
"Please what?" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
"Please let me cum," she gasped.
He smiled, a predatory, possessive smile.
"Good girl," he breathed.
And then he began to move.
He set a relentless pace, his hips thrusting into her, his cock sliding in and out of her slick, welcoming heat. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving together in a primal, ancient rhythm.
"You’re mine," he growled, his fingers digging into her hips.
He reached around her, his fingers finding her clit, circling, teasing.
She cried out, the sensation overwhelming, exquisite.
He was fucking her, claiming her, branding her, his possession as clear as a brand.
"I’m close," she moaned, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
"Not yet," he murmured, his voice rough, ragged. "Not until I say."
"Please," she pleaded, the word a desperate, broken moan.
He didn’t respond, his attention focused on her, on bringing her to the edge, on making her beg, on making her his.
"Now," he growled, the word a command, a release.𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖