Lilith pov
I was panting,
Lips parted,
Eyes hooded,
Chest rising and falling—every breath a shaky, ruined thing.
I was drenched from my hair to my chin, but my face wasn’t wet with water, it was slick with c*m, hot, heavy, clinging to my skin.
“I want her pussy.”
That was what Silas had murmured a moment ago, calm, emotionless, yet edged with pure lust.
The second the words left his lips, a shiver tore down my spine.
My mind swirled, my body ached, heat surged through me so violently it felt like it might swallow me whole.
My gaze stayed on Silas, trembling as he stared down at me with that intense, consuming look.
But before I could even breathe, his d**k, still in my grip, twitched, hardening again, as if he hadn’t just spilled all over me a moment ago.
My eyes dropped to
