Chapter 142: Not Until I’ve Had My Fill (R18+)

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Chapter 142: Not Until I’ve Had My Fill (R18+) Lilith didn’t say anything. She just held his gaze, breathing fast, her skin flushed and gleaming beneath the stream of hot water. Her eyes were darker now, her lips slightly parted, her hands still resting gently on his shoulders. Ethan didn’t move either. Not yet. He just watched her, studied every small change in her expression. The way her chest rose and fell. The way her crimson eyes flicked over his face. There was a quiet tension in her thighs as they pressed lightly together. She wanted it. All of it. And he wasn’t in a hurry to give it to her. Not yet. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed her again—slow, smooth, lingering. His lips moved across hers with a kind of calm hunger, like he had all the time in the world. Lilith melted into it. She didn’t fight for control. Didn’t try to flip the power back into her hands. She just wrapped her arms around his neck and held him there, like she wanted to stay in that moment a little longer. The water rushed down their backs. The foam still clung to their skin, slick and warm. He kissed along her jawline, down the side of her throat, his mouth pressing into the soft space just above her collarbone. She gasped quietly, her head tilting back. Ethan took his time. He kissed lower, slowly trailing his tongue between the soft swell of her breasts, then circling one nipple with gentle attention. Her hands gripped his hair, her breath stuttering. "Mmm..." she sighed, her voice shaky. He moved to the other side, giving it the same care. Kissing. Flicking. Sucking lightly. She whimpered, hips shifting against him. But he didn’t rush. He wanted to feel everything. The weight of her in his hands. The way she leaned into him without hesitation. The way her skin reacted under his touch—goosebumps, twitches, shivers. All of it. Ethan kept his hands firm, steady, never rough or greedy. His mouth worked her skin, moving down her stomach now, licking and nipping. Lilith moaned, her hands roaming through his hair. She was trembling. Her legs were shaking. He knew what she wanted. Knew how much she needed it. But he wasn’t finished yet. Not until every inch of her had been worshiped. Her fingers tugged at his hair, urging him downward. "Ethan..." He glanced up, locking eyes with her as he traced his tongue along her hip bone. Her eyelids fluttered. "Please," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. And Ethan finally gave in as he stood back up. He then lifted her gently, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her body arching against him. Slowly, smoothly, he eased inside her. Lilith inhaled sharply, her grip tightening on his shoulders. Her body stretched to take him in, wrapping around him with that warm, slick heat he knew too well—and something he never wanted to live without. It was perfect. He was buried in her. As deep as he could go. And the feeling of it, the sheer pleasure, was enough to make him shudder. For a few moments, they just stood there. Staring into each other’s eyes. Breathing. Then Ethan started to move. A single, slow thrust. Lilith moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Her breath hitched. "Fuck." Another. "Fuck, yes." He could feel her walls gripping around him. It was intoxicating. He picked up his pace, pushing into her deeper, faster, causing him to push her against the wall and him sticking close to her. Her heels pressed into his lower back, her legs drawing him closer. Her eyes were hazy with lust, her lips parted, her breaths shallow and rapid. He watched her. Studied her. Memorized every detail. Her breasts bounced lightly with each thrust. Her nipples were hard, swollen. He leaned down and sucked one into his mouth, and her cry was sharp, sudden. "Oh gods," she gasped. Her hands flew to the back of his head, holding him there, her thighs squeezing his sides. "Don’t stop, please, don’t—" He didn’t. Not yet. But he also didn’t give her the satisfaction of a fast, desperate release. No, he was going to take his time. He was going to drag it out. He was going to make her scream. "Harder," she moaned. He gave her a sharp, quick thrust, and her whole body jerked. "Ah!" Her nails dug into his scalp. "Yes," she hissed, her back arching. And Ethan didn’t hold back. He let his passion loose. Driving into her again and again. Pulling her onto him with every stroke. "Faster," she panted. He obeyed, the friction sending waves of heat through him. "Yes, oh, gods, yes," she moaned, her voice breaking. They were both sweating, their bodies slick, the air heavy with steam and their combined scents. "You’re so tight," he groaned, burying his face in her neck. She moaned, her breath hot against his skin. "More." He gave her what she wanted. With each thrust, his muscles strained. With each push, his balls slapped against her. "Gods," she cried. "I’m gonna—" He didn’t let her finish. Instead, he kissed her deeply, swallowing her words. And then, after a few more deep thrusts, she came. Hard. Her entire body clenched. Her legs tightened. Her nails dug into his skin. Her lips quivered against his. "Ohhh," she breathed. She clung to him, shaking, her chest heaving, her core rippling around him. He stayed inside her. Let her ride out her pleasure. When her tremors subsided, she looked at him, her cheeks flushed, her eyes gleaming. "Well," she whispered, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. "That was certainly fun." "Just fun?" he asked, eyebrow raised. "Mmm," she purred, her hands running through his hair, pulling his face closer. "It was amazing," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I love you, my darling Ethan. You’re mine." Hearing this, Ethan couldn’t help but smile. "Yeah. I am." "But I’m not done," Lilith said, her red eyes sparkling. "Not until I’ve had my fill."

Chapter 142: Not Until I’ve Had My Fill (R18+)

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