Chapter 32
Thirty-Two
The classroom buzzed with low chatter, the occasional scrape of a chair against the floor, the rhythmic tapping of fingers on keyboards. I sat slouched at my desk, exhausted beyond comprehension.
I hadn’t slept. She wouldn’t let me.
Every time my body drifted toward rest, something pulled me back. A whisper in my ear. The phantom drag of fingers down my spine. When she did let me sleep, my own paranoia made sure I didn’t get far. The moment my breathing slowed, my body betrayed me with jolts awake, the fear that she was there—watching, waiting—never leaving me.
But here, in class, I felt a moment of reprieve. She never tormented me in public.
Right?
My fingers hovered over my keyboard, my notes half-finished, my mind barely functional. I blinked at the screen, my vision blurring in and out. I just needed to make it through this lecture. Just one hour.
Then, the shift.
A chill crawled up my spine, a ghost of breath against the shell of my ear.
No.
I straightened, my heart knocking against my ribs, my breathing suddenly too loud in my own ears.
It was nothing. It had to be nothing.
And then, the softest press of lips against my jaw.
I went rigid.
I didn’t move, didn’t react. If I ignored her, she would get bored.
My laptop screen flickered.
The notes I had been typing vanished.
New words scrawled across the page in real-time, as though an invisible hand had taken over my keyboard.
Aw, are you ignoring me?
My pulse slammed against my throat. I erased the words quickly, my fingers clumsy with adrenaline.
Another breathy giggle right against my cheek.
Fuck.
I swallowed hard, my fingers shaking as I tried to refocus on the lecture, to pretend I wasn’t losing my grip on reality.
That’s okay, she typed. Ignore me. See if you can stay quiet.
My blood ran cold.
Then—the soft scrape of a zipper being undone.
My stomach dropped. No. No. No.
My hands gripped the edges of my desk, my knuckles turning white. I didn’t move. I didn’t dare breathe. She wouldn’t?—
She did.
I felt the ghostly slide of fingers wrapping around me, familiar, cruel, unrelenting. My entire body locked up, my breath shuddering out in a barely restrained exhale.
Not here. Not in public.
I pressed myself forward against the desk, shielding myself from view, but the closer I got, the stronger she felt. The scent of her. The warmth of her. The weight of her.
And then?—
She sank down onto me.
My vision blurred white.
No fucking way this could happen here—in class—where anyone could see us… Well…see me . Her form remained hidden even now when…
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck ? —
Her hips undulated above mine again—a slow grind downward—my length disappearing inside her slick heat inch by torturous inch until my entire cock was buried deep within her clenching walls. But I can only see my own cock and none of her like I was the pervert to pull out my own cock in the middle of everyone .
I tried not to breathe too loudly—to not make any noise—but every slight hitch—a small gasp—a faint groaned exhale—threatened to give away what we were doing together right here amidst everyone else was blissfully unaware….
If anyone found us?
Gods ….what would they think? What wouldn't think? That someone had snuck into class under my desk while everyone else wasn't looking?
But there was nothing anyone could do. She was invisible. No one else knew she was there.
Except Me.
Her hips continued rocking above mine—her cunt tightening around every ridge along my shaft—and teasing the head with every… every fucking movement . It pushed some sort of desperate tension in my lower stomach.
Upward roll.
Goddamn...
Downward press.
Motherfucking...
With a final, desperate thrust, I came hard inside of her. The world around me blurred as pleasure surged through my veins, a white-hot intensity that consumed every inch of my being. And as I looked down, I was captivated by the sight of my cum filling her, her pussy outlined with my essence even though the rest of her body remained invisible.
It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.
Her walls clenched around me, milking every last drop from my cock. I could feel her trembling, her own pleasure peaking in response to mine. The contrast of her invisible form against the stark reality of my own release was intoxicating. It was as if she was a ghost, a figment of my imagination, yet the proof of our union was undeniable.
I watched in stunned silence as my cum spilled out from where we were joined. It was a sight that would be seared into my memory forever—the way her body accepted mine, the way she took everything I had to give, and the way she made me feel more alive than I had ever felt before.
The room around us faded into insignificance. The lecturer's voice, the rustling of papers, the tapping of keys, the soft hum of the projector—it all disappeared. There was only Lilith and the way she made my heart race, my body ache with need, and filled my mind with fear.
She was my undoing, my sweet torment, and I was utterly, irrevocably hers.
As the last waves of pleasure subsided, I found myself breathless, my body slick with sweat. I looked up to find her staring back at me, a ghostly smile playing on her lips. She leaned in, her invisible form pressing against me, and whispered in my ear, "It’s not so bad being mine, is it?"
My throat was dry. My limbs felt heavy.
And in that moment, I knew it to be true.
I was hers, bound to her by a connection that transcended the physical world. She had claimed me, body and soul, and there was no turning back.
The world slowly came back into focus, the reality of our situation settling in. We were still in the middle of a crowded classroom, surrounded by people who had no idea what had just transpired. The danger of discovery sent a thrill through me, a reminder of the power she wielded so effortlessly.
As she lifted herself off of me, I felt a pang of loss. But the sight of my cum still clinging to her invisible pussy was a potent reminder of what we had shared. What she had taken.
It was a secret between us, a moment of pure, unadulterated possession that would fuel my fantasies for years to come.
And as she disappeared from sight, leaving me to clean up the evidence of our tryst, I knew that this was only the beginning.
Lilith had awakened something within me, a hunger that could never be sated. I was addicted to her, to the way she made me feel, to the way she consumed me. To the way she owned me.
I would do anything to experience that high again.
But for now, I had to pull myself together and face the world outside. I had to pretend that nothing had happened, that my world hadn’t been irrevocably changed by the ghostly touch of a woman—my fated mate—who was no longer among the living.
People didn’t get second chances with their fated.
I did.
I took a deep breath, steadied myself, and prepared to face the rest of the day with a secret that would burn within me for as long as I lived.
Or for as long as she let me.