Filthy naughty girl

Bastian's POV

Once again, I felt her breath before I saw her, soft and warm against my skin, like a secret. I turned, my hands outstretched to touch her, but she was just out of reach. The moonlight caught the curves of her body, her skin glowing as if she were made of shadows and light. Lilith.

She stood before me, yet out of reach, mischief glinting in her eyes. Her lips parted, curling into that wicked sexy smile she always wore when she knew she had me. She always had me hooked and panting for more.

"Come closer," she whispered, her voice winding around me, soft, dangerous and alluring.

My heart pounded in my chest, each beat louder than the last. I moved toward her, every muscle in my body aching, burning with a need I couldn't explain nor understand. But no matter how close I got, she drifted farther away, taunting me with that damn laugh, reechoes like melodious music. She was my master and I, her slave.

Suddenly, her hands were on me, tracing lines over my chest, with a hunger I couldn't explain, I felt her hands on my skin, every touch ignited a fire within. She leaned in close, her breath hot against my neck, making me shudder.

"You know, you're mine, Bastian," she murmured, her voice thick with possession. "You know it as well as I do.” Her voice sounded like those ancient sirens that lure sailors out of their ship.

Her fingers moved down, teasing me, pulling me deeper into the abyss. I reached for her, desperate to hold her, to feel her against me, but just as my fingers brushed her skin, the world shattered.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

My alarm blared, dragging me out of the dream and throwing me back into reality. I shot up in bed, gasping, my chest heaving, my mind still clouded by the haze of the dream. Lilith. The imaginary taste of her still lingered on my lips, the memory of her hands still burned into my skin.

Sweat dripped down my temples, and I threw off the blankets. My body was still tight and needy. aching with desires that I couldn’t shake off. And there was my cock, hard as a pebble, throbbing beneath the sheets.

"Fuck," I muttered, running a hand through my damp hair. I needed to cool down, to shake her out of my system.

I swung my legs out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Each step felt heavier than the last, the dream still clinging to me like a vice. I turned the faucet on, ice-cold water rushing out, and stepped under the shower. The freezing spray hit my skin like needles, but even that couldn’t chase away the heat that burned inside me. Her voice. Her touch. Her breath. All of it lingered, teasing me, taunting me.

No matter how cold the water was, my body refused to calm down. The throbbing between my legs wouldn't ease, no matter how much I tried to will it away. Lilith. Always fucking Lilith! I run my hands through my hair in frustration.

I braced myself against the shower wall, trying to drown out the thoughts, but her voice kept echoing in my head, making it impossible to think of anything else.

"You’re mine, Bastian. You know it."

After what felt like an eternity, I stepped out of the shower, my body still humming with undeniable need. The towel I wrapped around my waist did little to hide the bulge beneath it. I wiped the steam off the mirror and glanced at my reflection, only to be greeted by the man I barely recognized, tense, wild-eyed, desperate.

I needed to get a grip. I needed to forget her.

Then my phone buzzed. I grabbed it, hoping for some distraction, but froze when I saw the message. Lilith.

And pictures.

My heart pounded again, harder this time, as I unlocked the phone. I shouldn’t look. I shouldn’t. But my hand was already moving, my thumb hovering over the images. When they loaded, my breath caught in my throat.

Lilith. In a bathing suit. Her skin glistened with moisture under the sunlight, her curves on full display, and just like that, all the restraint I’d built up under the cold shower evaporated.

"Shit," I whispered, gripping the edge of the sink as my cock twitched to life again.

Another buzz. A voice note.

Every warning in my mind screamed not to open it. I knew what she was doing, she knew exactly how to get to me. But my body, my traitorous body, hit play before I could stop myself.

"Yes, right there," her voice moaned, breathy and filled with sin.

I clenched the sink, my breath catching in my throat. The sound of her voice washed over me, soaking me in heat, making my cock throb painfully hard.

"Yes, I am a good girl."

My pulse raced. My mind screamed at me to stop, to turn it off, but her voice, God, her voice, made me feel like I was already lost.

"Please let me cum, Daddy."

My body went rigid, every muscle tightening with need. Desire coiled in my stomach, hot and sharp, threatening to tear me apart. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block it out, but her words, her moans, her soft whimpers, they wrapped around me, dragging me under.

I growled, slamming the phone down on the counter, bracing myself against the sink as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My jaw clenched, my eyes wild, my body trembling with the effort to resist. But the pull, the fire, it wouldn’t stop.

I had to stop this. I had to stop her.

But then the phone buzzed again. A call this time. Lilith.

I stared at the screen, debating whether to answer. My thumb hovered over decline, but before I could think, before I could pull myself together, I tapped accept.

"Hello, Daddy," her voice purred through the phone, smooth and wicked. Filthy, naughty girl. She is deliberately leading me astray.

My throat went dry, my hands tightening into fists. "Lilith," I growled, trying to keep my voice steady, but the roughness betrayed me.

"Did you get my voicemail?" Her voice was light, playful, like she hadn’t just shattered every ounce of control I had left.

"Why are you doing this?" I rasped, knowing full well that she knew exactly why.

"It wasn’t meant for you, Daddy," she whispered, her tone dripping with false innocence. "Or maybe it was."

I clenched my jaw, gripping the edge of the sink harder, my knuckles turning white. She was toying with me, pushing me to the edge of a cliff, and I was letting her. I couldn’t stop her.

"Where are you?" My voice came out harsher than I wanted, but I couldn’t help it. I needed to end this. I needed her out of my head, out of my life.

"Wherever you want me to be, Daddy," she breathed, her voice low and seductive.

I cursed under my breath, my body betraying me yet again. The heat between us was unbearable, even through the phone. My mind screamed at me to hang up, to stop this before it went too far. But I couldn’t.

"Don’t fall for her tricks," I whispered to myself, closing my eyes as I leaned against the counter. "Don’t notice her."

But deep down, I knew it was too late.

"I’ll see you soon, Daddy, that's if you want to." She purred before hanging up, leaving me standing there, trembling, with my body ready to explode.

I dropped the phone, staring at my reflection again, but the man looking back at me was someone I didn’t recognize.

I was losing control.

And with every word, every whisper of her voice, I was falling deeper into the fire.