Lilith's POV
The air in the car was thick enough to choke on.
I'm still on Daegan's lap, my heart pounding like a trapped animal, deafening in my ears. His short command binds me like invisible ropes, locking me in place.
Swallowing hard, I slid to my knees between his legs. My fingers trembled as they hovered over his belt buckle.
He's in school uniform slacks, the belt buckled tight. I’d never done this before—how would I?
I don't dare speak, my fingers clumsily tracing the leather, nails scraping his abs, searching for the clasp.
His body heat rises, scorching, my sweat beading at my temples, pulse chaotic.
"Hurry,"
His voice was different now—rougher, darker. Familiar. The kind of tone that curled low in my stomach and set my nerves alight.
I look up, meeting his intense gaz
