She had twenty-four hours. One night. That was all.
Lilith stared at her reflection, heart pounding. She could already feel the magic flickering—threads weakening with every second.
He needs to c*m in me. Now.
No more waiting. No more teasing. If she wanted to trap the King with her—truly own this body—she needed him inside her. His seed, his scent, his mark.
She turned sharply toward the door.
No more pretending.
Now I make him f**k me like I’m his.
Lilith’s eyes burned as she stormed out of the bath, soaked and dripping, slick between her thighs.
She padded toward the door, t**s bouncing with every angry step, steam still clinging to her skin. Her thighs were wet—not from the bath, but from how badly she needed him. Needed to trap him. Claim him.
Her cunt pulsed.
“He’s not lea
