Chapter 108
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🌙 Lilith
Time clawed to a devastating crawl, and when his words sank in, I did not step back.
I jumped back.
Nothing could have prepared me—
The world snapped back into focus, and I remembered where I was. Vladimir’s presence—his intense aura—no longer blinded me as I stood there, breath unsteady.
What was going on?
The haze over my eyes had fallen away.
“What?” My words were as unsteady as I was.
Vladimir’s jaw clenched, hard, eyes flaring, boring into me like a heat-seeking laser.
“Don’t pretend he drawled, clutching his chains, biceps flexing hard enough to crush metal. “You don’t want me p>
His words died as I took half a step back.
His eyes snapped to my feet, his lip quivering into a smirk, his gaze dragging back to lock onto mine.
I swallowed thickly, licking my lip nervously.
His eyes darted there too, staying there, utterly abashed.
It was as if he were intently aware of everything about me—and intrigued by it.
“Just a taste,” I whispered. “Don’t His eyes came back to meet mine. “Run p>
“Vladimir—” His name came out in a soft gasp, akin to a moan. I slapped my hand over my mouth.
His smile only grew sharper, like a predator who had found its prey’s weakness. As though even as he was the one in chains, I was just as trapped as he was.
I did the only thing I could think of—to flee. I turned on my heel, ready to escape this abyss I was about to fall into.
“I can smell you,” he growled behind me, his voice rough, almost cruel.
I froze.
“I can smell your sopping heat, Lilith,” he snapped—almost—if it didn’t sound so ardently desperate. “That dripping warmth p>
My face flushed, but I didn’t move to run. The place between my legs responded; the throbbing that had been a negligible ebb morphed into insistent fluttering as my walls clenched onto nothing.
“The sweetness between your decadent thighs.” His voice grew rougher, huskier, raking through my spine.
“This ravenous hunger, Lili,” he whispered harshly. “Will not leave me unless you let me have my fill of you p>
With my heart hammering against my quaking ribs, I turned to face him.
His gaze softened—pleading, beckoning.
“Free me of this torment, moya. Only you can p>
I ran.
I dropped every inhibiation, shed every shred of trepidation as I crossed the space between us—crashing my mouth against his.
He gave me no time to second guess. He did not tease, nor taste, he devoured. His captured my lips with his, I was shocked by how soft his firm lips were and the passion of the pressure he exerted.
I gasped, involuntary, and he took all advantage, his tongue slipping into my open mouth.
He dipped his head, he chains thar bound his hand rattling in the distance. I could feel him strain against them as he bent my head back with pressure of his greedy mouth, adventurous tongue.
My hands trailing up his hard, damp chest to his drag my fingers through the silver toused strands of his hair, I pulled against them, pulling him impossibly closer.
Craving his touch, his tongue, his body. He growled, deepening the kiss, stroking my tongue with lush slides of his own. I felt the raging beat of his heart against my chest, proof that he wasn’t just a hopeless ideal conjured by my fevered imagination.
He struggled against the metal that bound him but his mouth did anything but relent.
The chains clanged louder as Vladimir yanked against them, his body arching toward me with a ferocity that made my knees buckle. His tongue plunged deeper into my mouth, tangling with mine in a slick, demanding rhythm that left me breathless and aching. I moaned into the kiss, the sound muffled against his lips, my fingers tightening in his silver hair, tugging hard enough to elicit a low, guttural rumble from his throat.
He broke the kiss just long enough to nip at my lower lip, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh before sucking it between his lips with a wet pop. ’Lilith,’ he rasped, his voice thick with raw need, hot breath fanning over my skin. ’Touch me. Let me feel you p>
My hands slid down from his hair, tracing the rigid lines of his shoulders, over the taut muscles of his arms straining against the unyielding metal. I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the faint sheen of sweat making him slick under my palms. Emboldened by the fire pooling low in my belly, I pressed my body flush against his, my breasts crushing against the hard wall of his chest. The friction sent sparks shooting through me, my nipples hardening to peaks that begged for attention.
Vladimir’s hips bucked instinctively, the thick bulge of his cock pressing insistently against my thigh through the thin barrier of his pants. He was rock-hard, throbbing with urgency, and the realization made my pussy clench, a fresh gush of wetness soaking my panties. ’Fuck, you’re so wet for me,’ he growled, his nose brushing my neck as he inhaled deeply, savoring my scent. ’I can taste it on the air—your arousal, dripping and ready p>
I whimpered, grinding against him shamelessly, the pressure on my clit sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. My fingers fumbled with the hem of his shirt, yanking it up to expose more of his chiseled tattooed torso. I raked my nails down his abs, feeling them contract under my touch, before dipping lower to palm the rigid length straining for release.
He hissed through his teeth, thrusting into my hand. ’Yes, stroke my cock, moya. Feel how much I need to bury it inside you.’ The chains rattled again as he tried to reach for me, his frustration only fueling the intensity. Undeterred, he captured my mouth once more, kissing me with bruising force, his tongue mimicking the thrusts he craved.
I squeezed him harder, feeling the heat and girth of his erection pulse in my grip. I slid my hand lower, the knot at the base of him so swollen it bordered on agony—and he howled.