I am tired of fighting her

Bastian POV

Her body was soft under my hands, her breath warm on my neck as she pressed closer. I knew I should push her away, tell her to leave and never come back, but I couldn’t. I didn’t have the strength to do it.

“Lilith,” I growled, my voice tense as I tried to stay in control. “You need to stop.”

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with both desire and stubbornness. She wasn’t listening. Her hands slid down, touching the waistband of my pants, and my body went stiff.

“I can’t,” she whispered, her lips close to my ear. “I want you too much. Don’t you feel it?”

Her words felt like a spark, lighting the fire between us that had been growing for months. I clenched my fists, trying to hold onto the little control I had left, but she didn’t stop. She moved in my lap, her hips pressing against me, and the tension inside me snapped.

I grabbed her waist, pulling her down harder against me, my lips crashing into hers before I could think it through. She gasped into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair as she kissed me back with the same hunger I was feeling.

This was wrong. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself.

I pushed her back onto the couch, my hands running over her body, feeling the soft curves of her waist and the shape of her breasts. She moaned softly, arching her back into my touch, sending a heat through me that I couldn’t ignore.

“Do you know what you do to me?” I whispered against her skin, my lips moving down her neck. She shivered under me, her breath coming in quick, soft gasps.

“I know,” she whispered back, pulling at my shirt. “That’s why I came here. I know you want me.”

Her words were like pouring gas on a fire. Before I knew it, I had her pinned beneath me, my hands gripping her thighs as I pushed her skirt up.

“Tell me, Lilith,” I growled, my voice low. “Did you come here without wearing any underwear?”

She bit her lip, locking eyes with me, and nodded slowly. My body responded right away, a low groan slipping from my throat as I ran my hands over her bare skin.

“You did it on purpose, didn’t you?” I asked, my fingers brushing the inside of her thighs. “You wanted to drive me crazy.”

She whimpered softly, trembling under my touch. “Yes. I wanted to see how you’d react... I want your hands there.”

Her words and her soft moans sent a thrill through me. Before I could stop myself, I yanked her skirt higher, exposing her completely. She was already wet, her skin shining in the dim light, and I couldn’t look away.

I dropped to my knees, my breath hot against her thighs spreading her legs and leaning in. She gasped as I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue tracing the soft slick fold of her sweet cunt.

“Lawd, you taste so good,” I mumbled, my voice rough with desire.

She moaned louder, gripping the couch cushions as I licked and kissed her. The taste of her made me wild. My hands dug into her hips to hold her steady as I devoured her, my tongue plunging deeper, fucking her with slow deliberate stroke that drove her even more out of control.

Her body was shameless, her hips grinding against my face as her breathing became sharp and fast. Every moan, every gasp brought me closer to the edge, my body aching with need.

“I can’t…” she gasped, her voice breaking. “I’m going to…”

I didn’t let her finish. I focused on her, swirling my tongue over her clit. She let out a broken cry as she came, her body shaking under me. She rode out her orgasm, and I took it all, holding her tightly as she trembled.

But as her body calmed down, reality hit me like a brick.

What was I doing?

I pulled away, my breathing heavy, my heart pounding in my chest. She looked up at me, her eyes still hazy, her lips curving into a small, satisfied smile.

I stood up quickly, putting space between us. “You need to leave,” I said, my voice rough.

She frowned, sitting up and fixing her skirt. “But I—”

“No,” I interrupted. “This… this was a mistake.”

She stood, smoothing out her clothes, still watching me. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do,” I growled, running a hand through my hair. “This can’t happen. We can’t happen.”

She didn’t argue. She just stood there, looking at me with that same stubborn look in her eyes.

“I am never giving up,” she said softly. “You can’t push me away forever.”

Without another word, she turned and left, leaving me standing in the middle of my living room, my body still burning from her touch.

I let out a shaky breath, rubbing my face. I needed space. I needed to get away from her lingering presence.

I stormed to my bedroom, slamming the door shut. My hands were shaking as I pulled off my clothes. Her taste was still on my tongue, her scent around me.

I collapsed onto the bed, my hand moving to my aching cock, still hard and needing release. My breath came in short bursts as I stroked myself, images of Lilith’s body clear in my mind.

I tried to push the thoughts away, but I couldn’t. All I could see was her. All I could feel was her.

My hand moved faster, my grip tighter as I chased the release I needed. I could still taste her, still hear her moans, and it made me lose control.

With a low groan, I came, hard and fast, my body tensing as I spilled onto my stomach. I collapsed back onto the bed, my chest heaving, my mind spinning.

This couldn’t keep happening. I couldn’t keep letting her pull me down. But as I lay there, spent and exhausted, I knew one thing.

I was already too far gone and I was tired of fighting her.