Bastian's POV
"Use words, kitten," I urged again, my voice steady but commanding. I needed her to say it, to claim her desires with no room for misinterpretation. But Lilith, lost in her haze of desire, remained defiant, her body arching and trembling as though words were beyond her reach.
"Tell me what you want, and it will be yours." I tipped her chin up, forcing her glazed eyes to meet mine.
"I want you," she finally whispered, her voice so soft it was barely audible. If I hadn't been hanging on her every breath, I might have missed it.
"Good," I murmured, a slow smile spreading across my lips. "If you want me, then you can have me, but I need you to be detailed." My intention was clear; I wouldn't let her off easily, not tonight.
Lilith's bashful demeanor was charming,
