Lilith's POV
His scorching palm had slid beneath my skirt, his rough fingertips tracing slow, deliberate circles along my inner thigh.
The hard length of him pressed insistently against my very core, and each shift of his hips sent another wave of heat crashing through me.
His breath, hot and ragged against my ear, was steadily dismantling my sanity.
My legs felt weak, liquid. I was already slick with want, aching for him.
Honestly, I wanted this. I wanted him.
But…
My frantic gaze fell on the white bandage wrapped around his right arm.
Sure enough, a bloom of crimson was already seeping through the fresh dressing.
"Your arm…" I managed to gasp, clinging to that one shred of concern like a lifeline.
He seemed utterly oblivious to the pain. His good arm tightened around my wais
