Epilogue #2
Lilith barely paused when we reached the door.
She grabbed me with brutal force and kissed me like she’d been holding her breath since the moment I pulled her up from the cobbles in the courtyard.
My back hit the doorframe, and I pulled away slightly, fumbling blindly for the keys, but Lilith wasn’t having it. She grabbed my collar, yanked me in, and kissed me harder—teeth scraping my bottom lip, her breath hot and uneven.
“Lilith,” I muttered against her mouth, shoving my hand into my pocket, feeling around for the keys.
“Faster,” she murmured, her mouth dragging along my jaw.
“I’m trying,” I gritted out.
My fingers finally found the cold metal, and I wrangled the key into the lock. The door creaked open, and she pushed me again, both of us stumbling inside.
I barely had time to get the key back out before her hands slid under my shirt, scraping her nails along my ribs.
I kicked the door shut behind us and met her in another kiss, digging my fingers into her waist.
Our clothes hit the floor in a tangle of fabric—shoes kicked off, buttons slipping through trembling fingers. Every movement was fast and clumsy, like neither of us could move fast enough to catch up with the fire burning between us.
I spun her arou nd and bent her over the kitchen counter, gripping her hips. Her palms hit the cool surface, fingers splaying wide as she gasped.
“Silas…” she whispered, voice thin and uneven, but she wasn’t pulling away. She wasn’t pushing me back.
I slid my hand up her back, curling my fingers into her braid, and tugging her head back to expose her throat.
“You’re mine,” I rasped, my breath hot against her skin. “You hear me?”
She whimpered softly, and when her thighs squeezed together instinctively, I kicked her legs apart, forcing them wide, exposing her completely.
“I said, do you hear me?” I growled again, voice darkening with raw possession.
“Yes,” she panted. “I heard you—I’m yours.”
“Brava ragazza,” I praised, kneeling between her trembling thighs. I dragged my mouth hungrily down her body, biting, sucking, marking every inch of her flesh until she was writhing and desperate.
“You’re dripping for me already,” I murmured as I pressed my mouth to her pussy, licking through her wetness.
She cried out, hips bucking helplessly as I pulled back just enough to spit onto her sensitive flesh. I spread her open with my thumbs, licking her again, dirtier, wetter, deeper. Claiming every damn inch of her.
“Sei mia,” I groaned against her. “This pussy belongs to me, understand?”
She shuddered, grinding her hips back into me. “Yes. Silas—yes, I’m yours.”
I groaned, tasting her deeper, licking her asshole, circling gently until she moaned helplessly, arching into me. She was so perfect, so needy, so desperate for anything I gave her.
I rose back up and my palm connected sharply with her flesh, leaving a hot, flushed mark behind, making her gasp and jerk beneath me.
Fuck. That ass. Soft, lush, absolutely fucking sinful. I gripped harder, squeezing and kneading her roughly. I couldn’t get enough, couldn’t stop myself from wanting to mark her, own every fucking part of her.
“You ready for me?” I rasped, my cock throbbing painfully as I lined myself up with her.
“Yes,” she whispered, trembling beneath me. “Fuck me. Please, Silas.”
I slid inside, burying myself deep in her, feeling her body stretch around me, warm, slick, perfect. I bottomed out, pressing myself deeper, savouring the sweet, filthy moan that tore from her lips.
“Fuck,” I groaned, breath ragged, hips moving instinctively. She pushed back, matching every thrust.
Goddamn , thank fuck I took care of things. I could feel her bare, skin-to-skin, nothing between us, no fucking barrier—just her tight, wet pussy gripping me, claiming me as muc h as I was claiming her. No worries, no limits, nothing holding us back.
“Fucking perfect,” I gritted out between thrusts.
“Stop,” she gasped.
“What?” My rhythm faltered, and I pulled out, body trembling with pent-up need.
She spun around, eyes dark and blazing, and grabbed my hand. Without a word, she dragged me up the stairs and straight to the bedroom where she pushed me down onto the bed.
I lay there, chest heaving, pulse hammering as I stared up at her, hungry, impatient, utterly at her mercy.
“Now,” she whispered from the end of the bed. “Now we do things my way. Stay right here.”
I swallowed hard, body thrumming with anticipation as she walked toward the wardrobe and pulled out a small bag from it.
“I’m not gonna blindfold you,” she said playfully. “But I thought it might be fun—for old times’ sake.”
She reached inside the bag, withdrawing something soft, familiar.
My scarf.
She crawled back up my body, straddling me, pressing her weight against my hips as she guided my hands above my head, wrists pressed firmly against the wooden bed frame.
“You brought that?” I rasped.
“Of course I did,” she whispered, eyes darkening as she looped the fabric around my wrists, securing me firmly. “Now, let’s see how much you trust me.”
She dove back into the bag.
“What’s that?” I asked, eyes locked on the object she held.
“It’s something new,” she whispered, dragging the cool, smooth silicone down my chest, teasing lower, torturously slow. “Something I thought we’d try together.”
She dipped two fingers into her pussy, gathering her wetness, before sliding them down my shaft, teasing my balls and circling slowly around my asshole.
“Fuck, Lilith,” I groaned, spreading my thighs wider, hips shifting eagerly, silently begging for more.
She grinned wickedly, pressing one slick finger firmly against my entrance, slipping inside easily. A shudder rolled through me, pleasure rippling up my spine.
“You like that, don’t you?” she purred, voice silky, teasing me as she added another finger, stretching, opening me up in a way she knew drove me fucking insane.
“Yes,” I hissed, hips rocking greedily against her touch, cock painfully hard, throbbing against my stomach.
She slid her fi ngers out, spat onto the toy, and pressed the tip of the smooth silicone against my hole, before gently pushing it inside me, filling me inch by inch until I was stretched tight around it.
“Fuck—Lilith—”
She bit her lip gently, and flicked the switch, vibrations suddenly pulsing deep inside me, hot and sharp and fucking overwhelming. My entire body jolted, cock leaking, stomach tensing as pleasure shot through my veins.
“Cazzo sì,” I groaned, fingers clenching helplessly around the scarf that bound me, hips thrusting involuntarily against empty air, desperate for relief. “Fuck—that’s—good.”
She fucked me slowly with the toy, vibrations rolling through me, deep and relentless until I was trembling, lost in sensation.
Then, she repositioned herself between my spread legs and gripped the other end of the toy, guiding it to her pussy.
My breath hitched, heart hammering violently, as she slowly pushed it inside herself, until it connected us—locked us together in the most intimate, mind-blowing way.
“Cazzo,” I hissed, as she leaned back onto one elbow, half-sitting between my thighs, hips angled perfectly. She began to rock in slow movements that pushed the toy deeper into both of us, sending pleasure ricocheting between our bodies.
“You feel it?” she moaned softly, her head falling back as she rode the toy, fucking us both at once, driving me closer to the edge.
“Oh Dio, sì,” I groaned, pulling hard against my restraints, desperate to touch her, desperate to feel her skin beneath my fingers. “Lilith, fuck—mi fai impazzire.”
Her hand roamed to my cock, stroking firmly and my eyes drifted lower.
“Per l’amor di Dio,” I rasped.
The sight of my ring on her finger while she stroked me was almost too much to bear. “Lilith, you’re really mine, aren’t you?”
She smiled, squeezing me tighter, her grip possessive and perfect. “Always,” she whispered, “Always.”
My cock throbbed in her grip, and pleasure spiralled violently up my spine. She rocked against the toy connecting us, stroking me harder, faster, until I was trembling, dangerously close to losing it entirely.
“Silas—I’m gonna—fuck—” she gasped, body locking up, hips grinding faster, harder.
“Please,” I choked out desperately, my arms straining against the scarf. “Come for me, Lilith. Please—I need it. Come all over me.”
She threw her head back, moaning my name as her body shuddered violently and her climax broke fiercely, soaking us both, drenching me in the most perfect, filthy fucking way.
“Oh fuck—yes—” I groaned, cock pu lsing, hips bucking, chasing release, driven mad by the sight of her pleasure dripping down her thighs, glistening over my stomach.
“Lilith,” I rasped, vision swimming, muscles locked tight as I fought to hold back, pleasure so intense it bordered on agony. “Fuck, I’m so close—”
She leaned forward, eyes dark and full of sinful promise, as she pumped me roughly, pushing me right to the edge.
“Be good for me,” she whispered, voice sultry, dripping with command. “Come, Silas. I wanna see it.”
The command hit me like a bolt of lightning. My hips surged upward helplessly, cock throbbing violently, pleasure tearing through my veins as I came—harder, deeper, more viciously than ever before.
“Fuck, Lilith,” I groaned, my entire body seizing, shaking uncontrollably beneath her, come spilling onto her hand, coating my chest, marking both of us.
“That’s it,” she purred, fingers slowing, stroking me gently through every pulse. “Just like that. So pretty, perfect, and good for me.”
I shuddered, gasping, utterly spent, staring up at her with glazed eyes, completely at her mercy—and fuck , I loved it.
Her hands moved carefully as she removed the toy and unfastened the restraints.
The second I was free, the blood rushed to my wrists, and I reached for her, dragging her down into my arms. My chest pressed flush against hers, heartbeat crashing against my ribs like thunder.
I didn’t speak—I couldn’t. I just held her, clutching her close, tangling my fingers into her hair like if I let go, she might disappear.
I buried my face into her neck, breathing in her honey and incense.
“I love you,” I whispered, hoarse and broken.
It wasn’t enough—not even close. There wasn’t a language that existed that could explain what she meant to me.
That she was the only thing that made sense in the chaos I’d spent my life drowning in.
That every time I touched her, every time I kissed her, I was terrified— terrified that one day I’d wake up and this would all be gone.
That I’d ruin it somehow. That I’d lose her in a way more devastating than I’d ever lost myself.
But I didn’t say any of that.
I just kissed her temple, murmuring it again because it was the only thing I could give her right now. The only thing that felt real enough to say out loud.
She shifted in my arms, soft fingers tracing the curve of my shoulder, her breath warm against my skin.
I’d spent so long convinced that love was a curse—something that seeped in like smoke, curling around my ribs, filling my lungs until I couldn’t breathe. Until I was choking on it. Until it crushed me from the inside out.
Because that’ s what it had always been for me—something dark and heavy, something that took and took and took. Something that hollowed you out and left you raw, gasping for air in the aftermath.
But then she showed up.
And she didn’t take a damn thing.
She gave.
She poured herself into all the empty spaces I hadn’t even realised were there, filling every crack, every fracture, like gold in broken porcelain. And somehow, without even trying, she’d stitched me back together, piece by piece, like she’d always known how.
And now?
Now I knew love wasn’t a curse. It was a fucking miracle. It was breath in my lungs, warmth in my chest, something solid and grounding that held me together in ways I never thought possible.
And I didn’t know how I’d ever lived without it.
I didn’t know how I’d ever survived before her .