Lilith's POV
I knew my resistance to him was paper-thin, especially when his voice dropped to that husky, pleading tone—doubly so after two months apart.
"Let me down first," I whispered, trying to claw back some control.
He loosened his grip, letting me slide off his lap, but guided me to face him squarely.
Even through his sweatpants, the bulge between his legs was impossible to miss—far beyond human proportions, the fabric straining to outline its pulsing shape with every breath he took.
I swallowed hard, my fingertips grazing the searing heat beneath the cloth.
The moment I touched the rigid length, a suppressed growl rumbled from his throat. My hand couldn't even fully wrap around its girth, managing only to knead the tip.
"Harder," Daegan urged, his voice vibrating with that
