CHAPTER NINE: A LITTLE BIT MORE

Damien carried her, his arms tied closely around her bottoms Burying his lips in her neck, he bit her skin gently. Intense passion flooding the air as they crashed on the bar, clearing the table with a swift motion of his hand. Ignoring the splashing sounds of glass mixed with brandy on the floor. He placed Lilith on the top table, her legs wide apart, as he stood in between, drowning her in intense desire. He kissed her chest line, gently unbuttoning her dark gown, making his way to her nipples.

Lilith ran her hands around his hair, biting her lips hard enough to contain her pleasure. He smiled, moving slowly downward while he buried his head into her laps, kissing her wet linen pants, soaked in her sweet juices.

Lilith gasped, trying to speak through her mumbled words. "The first room to the left!" straight down the hallway!".

Damien kissed her lap, delighted by her urge as her body squirmed. He carried her to the hallway, opening the bedroom wide and exposing her spacious comfort. He placed her on the bed, ripping off her gown along with whatever covered her voluptuous body.

Watching her sit naked on the bed intensified his arousal. He flung his clothes on the floor, standing naked in front of her while Lilith exhaled deeply. Taking in the beauty of his contoured body.

Damien walked quickly towards the bed, pulling Lilith close to his body. His kisses were soft and passionate, leading her into a state of deep desire.

A moan escaped her lips as he flipped her over, placing her firmly between his thighs. The head of his penis tingled unbearably as she felt the tip harden at the top of her clit. Its slimy wetness causing a sliding effect around her already lubricated vagina. Lilith stared into his eyes feeling the rush of passion speaking between them. She caressed his skin, trailing her kisses around his jaws.

Damien squeezed her thighs gently, trying desperately to control his desire. His hands made a slow, rhythmic movement around her waist. Caressing her soft bosoms while trails of kisses down the midline between her breasts. They shared a unique bond of intense passion, eternal as the flames of Vesta.

He slid into her, thrusting slowly to pace his rhythm as he groaned, his lips engaged in her collarbones. Letting out a cry of passion from Lilith's lips. "urgh...more...Damien… more". Damien held her closely, banging her hips on his thighs faster, increasing his pace the more she screamed. He smiled and panted heavily. "Yeah?". Watching her choke on her breath; her eyes shut tight as her neck swayed backward in pleasure.

Damien placed her on the bed, flipping her over as he held her waist. Her bottom pressing against his penis. Lilith held the sheets as she knelt, staring at the wall portrait of Persephone hanging right above her bed. She screamed in pleasure and pain as Damien slid into her, exercising each thrust faster.

They soiled the sheets in fluid, as Lilith couldn't contain her pleasure. "Let me touch you, please." She begged. Damien looked at her, biting his lips while he thrusted his full length into her. "Not until you cum once more! "

Within minutes, her body had reached its fill, splashing her squirt on Damien's thighs. He placed his lips on his finger, tasting her tasty juices. "You taste so damn good, Lilith."

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It was past midnight when Lilith woke up, opening her eyes to watch Damien fast asleep. She stood up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom to wash herself. Her hair resting beneath her shoulders while she prepared to get dressed. Sliding into dark net gloves, a diamond chain, and a black layering gown. Her net hat covered half of her face, exposing her plump red lips.

As Damien slept, she left the room. Transitioning herself into a different dimension. Deep in the quiet forest where her parents met. Ravens hovered around as she walked towards the path. Her flowing gown, sweeping on the floor.

The morning dew rested on the dark roses around the path she walked. Stopping to murmur a few words, she stared at the poison ivy that grew around the paths. relieving deep breaths as the altar of stones appeared before her. An engraved stone above the altar inscribed with words "We met.. where the quiet one's rest.."

It was the gravesite of her mother's mortal flesh. An altar created by her father in honor of his love for her. Lilith wondered how their love blossomed in this lonely forest and how much the sight of Astrid established a difference in her father. She stared coldly. "Forgive me, father. My desire is in the path I choose, just as you have chosen. I dictate my terms now."

Lilith wanted a life of her own making. Mapping out her choices without her father's influence. A desire to rule on her own. She was going to gain precious ornaments and ancient artifacts to appease him, a sign of responsibility dictating her worth to rule on her own. She dropped the rose on the altar, turning her back to the quiet ones as she walked out of the forest.

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