Chapter 31

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H e'd felt nothing like her before. Silken smooth and gripping his cock like a vise, he hadn't realized that a pussy could feel this good. He gasped against her neck, trying to keep his pace slow so he wouldn't hurt her, and he'd never realized he had this much restraint.

Everything in him wanted to pound into her. To seek that release that he could already feel would be better than any he'd had before.

Coming in her, filling her to the brim with everything that he had, it would be an experience close to god-like. And even now, he still wasn't seeking his own release. He was watching her. Seeing the tiny movements of her eyes behind her lids, the way that her ribs expanded with every gasping breath as she clutched his back.

She clenched around him, shifting in his grip, and it was so fucking good. Everything about her made him wild. All he could feel was her warm, wet heat and the sensations that she caused inside of him.

If he wasn't careful, this would be over far sooner than it had begun. And he wanted to show her what sex could be. He wanted her to need to do this again. Every day.

Multiple times a day.

As he withdrew and slowly pushed back inside her, he groaned along with her at the sensation. Because this slow pace was killing them both.

Until her hands came down on his ass again, and she moved him for the two of them. She forced him to set a pace that both of them would like. He didn't have a choice in the matter. All he could do was please her, and pray that he didn't embarrass himself.

Rolling his hips, he hooked an arm underneath her leg and lifted. He hit deeper inside her, a little harder, forcing them both to endure the vise like grip she had on him.

"Oh my god," she said, her mouth falling open even as her eyes squeezed shut a little harder. "I'm going to... Envy..."

Thank any god who had been listening because if she didn't come soon, he was going to. He tightened his grip on her leg, pulling it a little higher and moving faster.

When he knew she was going to keep her leg there without him holding it, he moved his hand so it was right over that little button of pleasure that always got her going. His Lilith was a clit girl, that much he knew without a doubt.

The moment he pressed his thumb down and started rocking it side to side, she clenched around him so hard he saw stars. He gritted his teeth, riding her through the orgasm until he couldn't wait any longer. With a deep groan of his own, he joined her in pleasure.

Fuck, he hadn't come that much in years. As he pulled out of her, it leaked from her pretty pink slit and some deep need inside of him said it shouldn't. So he reached between them, coating his fingers in everything they'd made before pushing his fingers back inside her.

He didn't want to waste a drop. Not when he wanted it buried so deep inside of her that it would take days for it all to drip out.

She hissed, her pussy fluttering around his fingers like she was trying to clench around him again. "So sensitive," she whined.

And then something in him clicked into place. Two wasn't enough. Not for him. He'd promised her quaking and shivering and begging him to stop.

Saying that she was feeling sensitive was close, but that wasn't near enough. So he twisted his hand, adding a third finger to really fill her up again. "I might be done, little love, but you sure aren't."

He laid down beside her, propping his head up on his fist as his other hand worked her. She really was sensitive, but it took a little while for him to get her to where he wanted her. She squirmed, she begged him to stop, she grabbed onto his wrist and rode his hand hard. Grinding that little pussy against his palm even as his fingers plunged inside of her.

She knew what she wanted. His Lilith wasn't shy about her pleasure now, and he wondered for a moment if he'd created a monster.

But fuck, it was a monster he intended to ride every single night. If she needed his fingers, she would get them. If she wanted his mouth, then he would lick and tease whatever she wanted him to.

More than anything else, he would please her. In bed, in life, in his home, he would make sure that she never wanted for anything. If she wanted to be worshiped like a queen, then he would be at her feet and treat her like a goddess.

Nothing was too good for her. And it never would be.

She writhed, then seemed to freeze. Suddenly seizing in his arms, her back bent up and her mouth fell open on a silent scream that was music to his ears. He could feel her orgasm rippling through her like a wave. She milked at his fingers, clenching so hard he couldn't even move them. He could only stay there and wait while all the world seemed to fall apart around her.

Finally she was done, a damp mess, as she stared up at him with a blank expression on her face.

"Oh," she whispered some time later, when it seemed more like she was herself. "So that's... that's what all the fuss is about."

He chuckled, drawing his fingers out of her. "Yes, that is exactly what all the fuss is about."

He held his fingers to her lips, waiting to see if she could be teased just a little more.

It was silly of him to even consider she wouldn't rise to his challenge. She took her time licking every single one of his fingers clean. She watched him the whole time, those big blue eyes seemingly so innocent even as his cock twitched with phantom need.

If she kept doing that, he would make her suck him clean, too. And then they'd be in this bed for the rest of the afternoon because he damn well wasn't letting her go anywhere.

Sighing, he grabbed her against his chest and rolled them both together to a cleaner and dryer spot on the bed. "You are perfect, little love. So perfect."

"So are you." She played her fingers over his skin, following the bumps and ridges of his ribs before she let out a long sigh that rocked him to his core. "I just wish that..."

And then her words trailed off as if she hadn't meant to say the words. As if she didn't want him to know what was going on in that pretty head of hers.

"Wish what?"

She shook her head and said nothing else.

"Lilith, if there was ever a time to ask me to do something, it is now." He chuckled, the sound rusty and raw in his chest. "I would give you the world, if you asked."

As strange as it was to say, it was the truth. He would give her any and everything that she wanted.

Her sigh breezed across his collarbone as she tucked her face away from his sight. "It's just... I wish I could stay. And I know that's silly of me to ask, but I thought... Well, it just might be nice if I could."

"Stay?" He pulled her upright, setting her astride him so they could have this conversation face to face. Clearly she didn't want to look at him, because she continued to play with the hair on his chest, then ran her fingers along his collarbone. But he wouldn't let her not look at him. Not in a time like this. "Lilith."

"I know we've never talked about it," she relented. "It's just... I wouldn't mind staying, you know."

"You thought I was ever going to let you leave?" He couldn't believe her words. "What part about me kidnapping you left you confused? Little love, you couldn't run anywhere on this planet where I would not chase you. I'm not letting you go."

"I know that you're not..." she huffed and then slapped her hands down on his pecs. "That's not what I'm saying."

"Then what are you saying?"

"I want you to want me to stay!" The blurted words seemed to reveal too much of her emotions, but he didn't care. Right now, they were music to his ears. "I know that's silly and I know that's not at all who or what you are. But I want you to want me for more than just because someone else had me. I want you to want me as yourself, not as... Envy."

There was a time when he would have corrected her. Envy was who he was. It was the very core of the emotion that had created him, and it was the reasoning behind all of his actions. He had glutted himself on envy so many times that he had quite literally become it, and then became so powerful that he could take a mortal form. His power came from desiring what others had.

And yet... he didn't want to keep her because someone else had her. At least, not entirely anymore.

Hands on her back, he cajoled her back to his chest, where he could wrap her up in his arms. Because now he understood why she didn't want to look him in the face while she talked. He understood the deep rawness of the wound she bared to him. And maybe because he didn't want her to look at him while he said this, either.

"I want to keep you," he whispered into her sweet smelling hair. "I want to keep you safe. Not just because I want no one else to have you, but mark my words, I will cut off the hands of any other man who touches you."

"Then why do you want to keep me?" He could feel her lips curving into a smile against his skin.

"Because I want you to stay. For who you are. For how you make me feel when you're with me. For all of those reasons, I want you to stay." And then he realized he was still demanding it, when that was part of what she was saying. She didn't want him to keep her because of any reason other than wanting her. So he quickly added, "Will you stay?"

She pressed a kiss right over his heart and replied, "Yes. I think I'd like that very much."

The warmth in his chest bloomed into something both beautiful and wicked. It was so much better when someone chose to stay with him. It fulfilled the very demon inside of him. Because she'd chosen to be with him over anyone else.

No one else would suit for her, and that was far better than stealing anything in the world.

They remained like that for a while. With her pressed against his heart, and him listening to the soft sounds she made as she relaxed into him. The quiet and stillness after what they had just experienced was more than welcome. He'd never thought he would want to be wrapped up in a woman, but here he was.

How strange it was to care about another person like this. And even stranger, to want them to find peace in touching him.

"You know we'll have to talk about it sooner than later," she whispered. Her words feathered through the bubble of relaxation that had built around them. But he refused to see it break.

"Of course we do. I know you saw into the future. I assume you chose the future for all of us that would keep us alive?" Although, now that he thought about it... "You're not going to pick the picture where my brother and his long-lost love end up together but you and I don't. Correct?"

"That's the problem when oracles make attachments. It becomes awfully hard not to pick any future that isn't one where I end up happy with you. It's not the right choice, sometimes, but... Yes, I found a way for all of us to live."

"Good. Because as much as I like my brothers, I will always choose the selfish path when it's with you." He tightened his arms around her. "And you aren't lying?"

"I couldn't lie to you if I tried," she replied with a laugh." You are too entangled in my soul for me to ever not tell you the truth. You are..."

She hesitated, and he wondered if she was stopping herself from telling him the whole truth again.

Someday, she wouldn't feel the need to do that. Someday, he would get it out of her to say what she was thinking without pausing or wondering if he was going to judge her for it. But he wouldn't push her today. Not when everything felt so raw.

"So?" he asked. "What did you see?"

"We need to draw them out. There was a large square in the middle of this kingdom. I've never been there before. I was telling people prophecies while you and your brother waited in the shadows. Lorenzo came with many people, but you still killed him."

"Can you tell me any more details than that?"

"Not really," she replied with a small laugh. "The choices are so hazy that it's hard to know which one anyone will pick. It's not just your choices that affect that future, but everyone's. Every person that possibly could make a choice, they all change the paths."

"Am I the one who kills him?" he asked.

"Yes."

He supposed that would have to satisfy him.

Even if it didn't.