♦

Feeling the need to unravel the mystery surrounding Michael's presence at the Outpost, Lilith makes her way to his room. As she approaches, she notices Timothy and Emily standing just outside, seemingly about to enter.

"What are you guys doing?" Lilith asks, her sudden appearance causing the two to jump.

"Uh, nothing," Timothy stammers, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

Rolling her eyes at him, Emily responds, "Langdon's hiding something, and we're hoping we can find something in his room."

Lilith nods slowly.

"What are you doing?" Emily inquires.

"The same thing, actually," Lilith states confidently. "I got this. I'll tell you if I find anything."

"Are you sure?" Timothy asks, confused.

"Better I get caught than you two."

"Be careful," Emily warns, glancing around the area. "I saw him walking about earlier."

Lilith salutes them, observing as they walk away. She then opens the door to Michael's room, immediately spotting a partially opened laptop on his bed. Seating herself on the floor, she can't resist the temptation and opens the laptop, discovering that it's already unlocked.

Her fingers dance lightly across the keys, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she begins to explore the digital realms of Michael's secrets.

The email she stumbles upon from the Cooperative about Venable's accusations and rules ignites her anger.

"Fucking bitch," Lilith mutters under her breath.

Continuing her exploration, Lilith comes across a folder bearing her name. Clicking it open, she discovers a trove of content related to her, from paparazzi photos to saved music videos. Her eyes widen in amusement as she scrolls through.

The sudden sound of the door attempting to open sends a jolt of panic through her. Lilith hurriedly returns the laptop to its original position and seeks refuge in the armoire, closing the door behind her just in time to remain hidden.

She listens intently as Michael enters his room, each footstep increasing her heart rate. When he eventually moves to the bathroom and turns on the shower, she lets out a sigh of relief. Thinking it's safe to make her escape, Lilith cautiously cracks open the armoire door. She plans to slip out unnoticed, but her intentions are thwarted when she collides with a bare chest, causing her to stumble back in surprise.

With wide eyes, Lilith finds herself face to face with a completely naked Michael, his amused expression not escaping her notice. Her gaze involuntarily traces the contours of his body, a familiar hunger stirring within her.

"What are you doing in here?" Michael inquires, tilting his head to the side. His nudity, combined with his confidence, is a potent combination that stirs her desires.

Lilith stumbles over her words, her mind racing for a plausible explanation. "Uh, um..."

Michael's hum of response holds an undercurrent of amusement as he continues to study her. Lilith desperately tries to come up with a reasonable excuse, her eyes darting around the room.

"Okay, you caught me," she admits with a resigned sigh. "I was snooping through your computer."

A hint of curiosity flickers in Michael's eyes as he asks, "What did you find?"

"Just that Venable's fornication rule is bullshit," Lilith states bluntly. "Oh, and your little spank bank of me. Who knew you were a fan?"

Michael's response is nonchalant. "I like a couple of the songs."

Lilith can't help but tease him, her defiance masking her underlying attraction. "The ones about you, I bet. That's all it took to get your attention?"

A playful glint sparkles in Michael's eyes as he retorts, "Is that what you want? My attention?" She narrows her eyes at him, not enjoying the little game he's playing with her.

Lilith attempts to step past him, but her escape is halted as he wraps his fingers around her wrist. The electric touch ignites a familiar spark, and for a brief moment, time seems to stand still. As their skin makes contact and their eyes lock, an inexplicable sensation pulsates between them.

It's as if their very beings are entwining, reforging a connection that transcends the physical. For a fleeting moment, the already poorly populated world around them ceases to exist, and only the two of them remain.

Lilith's breath hitches as she feels the intensity of their shared history and emotions wash over her. It's a feeling she has tried so hard to bury, and now it resurfaces with undeniable force. Their gazes hold, the weight of their unspoken truths and unresolved desires lingering in the tense atmosphere.

Then, as abruptly as it began, Lilith tears her wrist away, breaking the connection. Without uttering a word, she turns on her heel and leaves Michael behind, the door to his room closing softly behind her. On the other side of that closed door, Michael remains, his expression etched with regret, and a yearning for something that seems just out of reach.

♦

Reclining in the luxurious depths of a steaming hot bath, Lilith's arms rest on the sides of the tub. Her hair is loosely tied up, and her head reclines against the smooth edge. Beads of sweat glisten on her forehead, and tendrils of steam gracefully rise around her.

The sudden creak of the door swinging open prompts her to lift her head. A mysterious figure, clad in a sleek black rubber suit, stands in the doorway, casting an unreadable gaze upon her. Lilith tilts her head, an initial expression of confusion crossing her features before the realization dawns. A mischievous smile graces her lips.

Emerging from the bath, rivulets of water cascade down her naked form as she approaches the intruder. She stands before him, a picture of unabashed confidence. With a playful grin, Lilith gently but firmly pushes the man back out of the doorway, shutting the door with a subtle sense of satisfaction.

♦

Lilith's moan melts into the heated exchange of lips, the secluded spot behind a column providing a semblance of privacy. Underneath her dress, the firm grip of a grey-clad man's hand on her outer thigh conveys an undeniable desire. His passion for her is undeniable, but Lilith, insatiable in her own desires, finds herself yearning for more than just his kiss. The thrill of little touches never suffices; she craves a deeper connection. Yet, a nagging voice in her mind reminds her of the scarcity of life on Earth after the bombs.

In the past, Lilith wouldn't have hesitated to indulge in carnal pleasures, consuming her partner whole without a second thought. However, with the dwindling remnants of humanity, she restrains herself. The internal struggle between her hunger and the need for genuine intimacy echoes through her, a sentiment she hasn't experienced in a long time, even before the world succumbed to devastation.

For the past eighteen months, Lilith has cycled through encounters with the Greys to satiate her hunger, if only for a fleeting moment, just to keep herself alive. The fear of what might happen if she starved from the absence of touch drives her to these desperate measures. Within the confines of the Outpost, she has become the subject of hushed conversations among the Greys.

Many of them seek her out, pleading for more, but she staunchly refuses. Despite her ability to contain her hunger, the risk of getting caught looms large, and Lilith is resolute in her decision not to jeopardize them.

This particular Grey showers her neck with kisses, his thigh exerting pressure against her center. Lilith releases heated breaths, the tantalizing friction nearly pushing her to the brink. Just as the intensity heightens, she spots a figure passing by, seemingly oblivious to their hidden encounter.

Swiftly, she presses her index finger against his lips, silently urging him to remain quiet. Although their actions aren't overly scandalous, Lilith knows all too well that such encounters within the confines of the Outpost don't go without punishment.

The figure steps back, having caught them in the periphery of their vision. Ms. Mead emerges into view, casting a disapproving glance at them before releasing a sigh. The Grey withdraws his hand from Lilith's leg, hastily distancing himself as she adjusts her dress.

Ms. Mead regards the Grey sternly. "Get back to work."

Lilith closes her eyes, emitting a defeated sigh as he makes a hasty exit.

"You know better," Ms. Mead scolds, shaking a finger at Lilith. "We're going to the Discipline room."

Lilith pouts, fluttering her eyelashes in an attempt at innocence. "But you've let me off with a slap on the wrist before. Please. I'll be good, I swear."

"Spare me," Ms. Mead retorts, glancing around the corridor before stepping closer. "There's nothing I can do. It's not about your tardiness or promiscuous behavior this time."

"What? Why then?" Lilith's eyebrows knit together as Ms. Mead takes hold of her wrist, guiding her down the corridor.

"I can't say, but just answer Ms. Venable's questions. Truthfully. You know I don't like hurting you."

♦

The room is thick with malicious intent. Lilith stands chained, her body displayed in a vulnerable manner that resembles a macabre art piece. Her wrists are shackled above her, her lithe form adorned only in underwear and cream-colored thigh-length stockings. The chains and her stance bear an almost comedic resemblance to a crucifixion, and Lilith can't help but feel a tinge of irony in her predicament.

Venable paces in front of her captive. Her movements are deliberate, and measured, as though she's savoring the anticipation of what is to come. Her eyes bore into Lilith's with a predatory gleam. The silence is deafening, an unspoken tension filling the space.

Venable breaks the silence with a question, her voice dripping with sly curiosity. "How long have you known him?"

Lilith, despite her precarious situation, can't help but be irritated by the line of questioning. She knows what is expected of her, but she has no intention of giving Venable the satisfaction of an easy answer. She fights the urge to roll her eyes. "Is this what this is about, seriously?"

The response does not sit well with Venable, who seems to revel in asserting her dominance. In a swift and calculated motion, she signals Mead to administer the punishment. The leather whip lashes across Lilith's upper back, sending waves of pain coursing through her body. The sensation is intense, a blend of agony and a peculiar undercurrent of pleasure.

Lilith grits her teeth, struggling to steady her breathing as her back stings from the lashes. But she refuses to yield, her resolve unbroken.

"What are you two planning?" Venable presses, her hands resting nonchalantly on her cane.

Lilith chooses silence as her weapon. She knows that in this twisted game, words can be as deadly as any physical torture. Her head tips slightly to the side, a challenge in her posture and expression.

In response to her continued defiance, Venable gives the order for Mead to strike again. The leather whip meets Lilith's skin once more, causing her to wince at the sharp pain. Her breathing quickens, but her spirit remains unbroken.

Venable regards Lilith with a calculating stare, weighing her options. The sly smile on her lips reveals that she, too, is finding some form of enjoyment in this twisted dance of pain and defiance.

Mead, awaiting further orders, raises an eyebrow, questioning if Lilith should be subjected to another lash. But Venable's eyes, like a hawk assessing its prey, move slowly over Lilith's body, studying her reactions, her body language. And then, her gaze locks onto Lilith's eyes, and she delivers her verdict.

"No," Venable declares, scrutinizing her. "She's enjoying it."

"Most action I've gotten in a while."

♦

Lilith's body hangs, the chains suspending her form and slowly sapping her strength. Time has become an abstract concept, the minutes blending into one another in an agonizing blur. Her wrists ache from being held aloft for so long, and the circulation in her arms is dwindling, causing her limbs to tingle uncomfortably.

Each passing moment leaves her feeling more vulnerable, her legs trembling with fatigue, and her throat parched for moisture. The predicament she is in is torturous, not just physically but mentally as well. Lilith is grappling with a painful withdrawal; the absence of her vices have left her feeling raw and exposed, her defenses stripped away.

Her emotions surge back with a vengeance. She finds herself teetering on the precipice of insanity, her thoughts swirling in a chaotic maelstrom. It is an overwhelming deluge of pain, anger, and sadness threatening to engulf her.

In this vulnerable state, Lilith is forced to confront the demons of her past, her regrets, and her fractured emotions. The room that had once seemed like a prison now feels like a crucible, where the very essence of her being is tested, and her psyche is pushed to its limits.

As the doors to her prison slide open, Lilith can't escape the tingle at the base of her spine, a chilling and all-too-familiar sensation that claws at her soul. She doesn't need to see him to know he is here; she can feel his presence, like a dark shadow that has cast itself over her existence.

"In seconds, we can destroy everything humanity has built over thousands of years, but we will never be free of the desire to be cruel to our fellow man." Michael's voice, though soft, carries an undeniable air of authority as he approaches her from behind.

His fingers, once tender, trace the freshly inflicted wounds on her back, igniting waves of pain that make her flinch. Amidst the pain, there is something else—an intoxicating familiarity that washes over her, drawing her in despite herself. She misses his touch, his closeness, and she loathes herself for it.

"You're weak," he declares, his fingers still gently exploring her skin, savoring its softness. Lilith lets out a heavy sigh, her defenses crumbling in the face of his presence. "I can help with that if you want."

Lilith turns her head as much as the chains would allow to look at him. "Are you seriously offering to fuck me?"

"It must be hard not being able to regain your strength," Michael purrs, stepping closer to her. His hot breath teases her neck as he reaches a hand around her, slowly dragging his palm against her bare stomach.

"How thoughtful." Lilith winces against his touch, releasing a heated breath. "Do you treat everyone like this or just me?"

"Why? Does that make you jealous?"

Lilith snickers, turning her gaze forward. "Is this part of my interview?"

"I thought you didn't want to be interviewed," Michael recalls, trailing deft fingers along her waist.

"I don't." Lilith can't help but lean back into his touch, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Well, seeing as you can't go anywhere, you don't have a choice," Michael declares, his lips dangerously close to her ear. "How many people have you fucked since me?"

"Now who's the jealous one?"

"Answer me," Michael warns, his tone stern and unyielding, using his hands to dig into her hips and press her back into him.

"When you've taken as many lives as I have, you tend to lose count," Lilith replied, breathless. "But my numbers could never compare to the seven billion you've taken."

"Isn't this what you wanted?" Michael pulls away and circles her, his presence a predatory dance around her restrained form. Lilith feels the heat of his gaze as he appraises her, his eyes lingering on every inch of her exposed skin.

With a sudden and deliberate movement, Michael steps closer. His fingers trace a path along her collarbones, a touch both electrifying and possessive. "All in the service of pleasing him, isn't that right?"

Lilith's jaw clenches, frustration and defiance bubbling within her.

"What do you want, Michael?" she asks, her voice laced with exasperation. She can't bring herself to meet his eyes, fearing the torrent of emotions that lie beneath the surface.

"I want you to tell me how you feel," he says, his voice a strange blend of tenderness and coldness, making her heart ache.

Tears well in Lilith's eyes, but she fights to suppress them, her anger boiling up inside her. She refuses to appear weak in front of him, even as she feels her heart breaking all over again. Her hazel eyes, filled with hatred and hurt, meet his icy gaze.

"So, is Daddy proud of you yet?" she retorts, her words dripping with venom, a feeble attempt to mask the pain and burning that still lingers in her heart.

Michael's face remains composed, his gaze steady despite her barbed words. He has grown accustomed to her defiance, her sharp tongue, but underneath her anger, he senses the turmoil in her heart. A part of him wishes he could wipe away her pain, but he knows he is the source of much of it.

Michael's breath is warm against her cheek as he leans in slightly. Lilith's heart races, torn between the pull of her lingering feelings for him and the rage that has festered over the years. She wants to push him away, to demand answers. His presence seems to envelope her, making it hard to think clearly.

"Tell me how you feel," he demands, his voice a gentle plea.

Lilith's composure crumbles as tears well up, escaping in a torrent. She fights to hold back sobs, but the dam bursts and her anguish pours forth. She looks at him through blurred vision.

"I h-hate you," she stammers, her voice quivering.

"Lie."

Lilith averts her gaze, unable to bear the weight of the truth and her vulnerability.

"I hate you," she whispers again, but her actions betray her words. The way she crumbles, the tears streaming down her face, exposes the lie she knows she can't uphold.

Michael's stoic demeanor falters, his eyes softening as he witnesses her emotional unraveling. His own eyes glisten with unshed tears. Seeing her break like this tears at his heart. As her sobs wrack her body, he gently cups her face, urging her to look at him.

"I lied to you," he confesses, his voice thick with remorse. "I love you."

Lilith closes her eyes briefly, attempting to quell her tears, but the emotional floodgates have opened, and her resolve has crumbled.

Michael sinks to his knees before her, pleading hands on her hips, his desperation laid bare.

Lilith's shackles, both physical and emotional, seem to dissolve simultaneously, dropping from the ceiling and setting her free. Her arms fall to her sides, and she feels a sense of vulnerability and relief.

"What?" Lilith whispers.

His tears flow freely, and the anguish in his eyes mirrors her own. It is a moment of raw honesty, a revelation that leaves her stunned and grappling with a whirlwind of emotions.

In that vulnerable moment, Lilith's world has shifted on its axis. She stares down at Michael, her heart torn between the pain of the past and the longing for something she had believed was lost forever. His confession has shattered the façade they had both carefully constructed over the years.

"Why?" she manages to ask, her voice a fragile thread.

Michael looks up at her with an intensity that leaves her breathless. He swallows hard as if trying to find the words to explain the complex web of emotions that has bound them together.

"To protect you," he confesses. "And the plan."

Lilith's eyes shimmer with unshed tears as she absorbs his words. The pain of his abandonment has been a heavy burden to bear, but now, hearing his confession, she finds herself grappling with the depth of his truth.

Lilith's mind is a whirlwind of anger, betrayal, and an unexpected spark of hope. She wants to pull away from him, to retreat into the shell she has built around her heart. But something holds her back, the deep-rooted connection they have shared in their past refusing to be ignored.

"You hurt me," she whispers once more, her voice a fragile echo of the past.

The room, once a chamber of secrets and regrets, now bears witness to a moment of redemption. Lilith's thumbs trace the paths of his tears, an unspoken understanding passing between them.

"I know... I'm a monster," Michael breathes as he surrenders to her touch. Lilith sinks to her knees, their eyes locked in a powerful connection. A stray strand of blonde hair falls across his forehead, and she gently brushes it away, savoring the relief in his eyes.

"I grieved for you," Lilith confesses, her bottom lip quivering.

"I did too." Michael's admission comes without hesitation.

A solitary tear escapes Lilith's eye, a tear that symbolizes the release of years of pain. She wraps her arms around his neck, drawing him into a tight, intimate hug. Michael welcomes her into his embrace, his arms encircling her as if he never wants to let go again.

"I can't imagine a new world without you by my side."

♦

Michael cradles Lilith in his arms, her fragile form nestled against his chest. He moves with gentle care, carrying her to his room, their bodies pressed close together as they traverse the corridors of the outpost.

Once they enter, Michael sits Lilith down tenderly on his bed, his eyes never leaving her. He can't help but feel a sense of relief as he looks at her. She is here, with him, and for a moment, the chaos of the world outside seems to fade away.

He walks over to a small table and pours some water into a glass, handing it to Lilith. She accepts it eagerly, drinking it down with haste.

Lilith places the empty glass on the bedside table, her gaze locked onto Michael's. There is a newfound vulnerability in her eyes, a silent plea that tugs at his heartstrings. She reaches out, her delicate fingers finding his hand.

With his free hand, Michael cups her face, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek. He looks at her, grateful that, despite everything, she is looking at him like this again.

Michael's movements are deliberate and unhurried as he removes his formal attire. He moves to the open side of the bed, his gaze never leaving Lilith, who watches him with hunger.

As he approaches her, Michael reaches out to gently move her braided hair to the side, revealing the lash wounds that mar her delicate skin. His eyes flash with anger, a fiery rage building within him at the thought of what they have done to her. His hand on her arm offers both comfort and assurance, a silent promise that he will protect her.

With a tenderness that belies the storm of emotions within him, Michael places a soft kiss on one of her lash wounds, then another on her shoulder. Each kiss carries a healing touch, a reassurance that he is there, that he cares.

Lilith soaks in the sensation, drawing strength from his presence.

Lilith shifts, turning to face him, her hands cupping his face as she locks onto his sapphire eyes. She searches them, probing for any hint of falsehood, but there is none.

Hesitation gives way to desire as Lilith slowly closes the gap between them, her lips meeting him in a tentative kiss.

The years of separation and pain melt away, leaving only the raw intensity of their experience and the promise of what lies ahead.

As their kiss deepens, a surge of familiar sensations washes over them. It is as though they have never been apart, as though time has suspended itself to allow this moment to unfold.

Michael's hands find their way to the small of her back, pulling her closer until their bodies are flush against one another and she settles on his lap. The warmth of his skin against hers is electrifying, setting off a cascade of tingling sensations that race through her body.

Lilith's fingers trail from his face to his chest, feeling the subtle rise and fall of his breath beneath her touch. She can taste the lingering traces of regret and desperation in the way he kisses her, a silent admission of all they have lost.

Their lips part, but the connection between them remains unbroken as they gaze into each other's eyes.

Michael's voice is a soft whisper, filled with a vulnerability that she has rarely seen in him. "I love you."

A heavy silence settles over them, the weight of their past mistakes pressing down on them. But it is a silence filled with unspoken apologies and a yearning for forgiveness.

Michael's fingers trace a delicate path along her jawline, his touch a soothing balm to her wounded soul. Lilith searches his eyes, seeing a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.

As their lips meet again, fused in a hungry, fevered dance, Michael can't seem to get enough of her. Their mouths move together in perfect synchrony, a dance of passion like yin and yang merging to form a harmonious whole. The fervor in their kisses escalate with each passing moment, their shared desire stoking the flames of their connection.

Gently, he guides her onto her back, his lips embarking on a journey across her face. He peppers her cheeks and her forehead, each kiss conveying the depth of his love.

Michael rests on his knees, the back of Lilith's thighs flush with the tops of his. His hands trail down her thighs and up her body to then guide both of her arms up over her head, pinning them down by her wrists.

Michael's lips trail further down, planting hot kisses along her neck and collarbone. Each touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through her, causing her center to pulsate with need. As the intensity of their kisses and caresses deepens, Michael rolls his hips against her.The feeling of his hardness practically makes her melt.

Lilith's heart races as Michael's hands begin to roam her body, igniting her hunger further. The room seems to crackle with electricity as Michael's fingers find their way beneath Lilith's underwear.

Michael lets out an amused hum, delving a finger along her slick folds. Her gasp is muffled by their passionate kisses. Every sensation feels intense and overwhelming, like a storm of emotions that threatened to consume them both.

Michael's touch is confident and skilled, gently circling her throbbing clit. She arches her back in response. He knows exactly how to make her body respond, how to draw out her pleasure, and how to leave her craving for more. Michael chuckles against her lips, the sounds of her desperation a melodic tune to his ears as he dips two fingers into her core.

Lilith bucks her hips in response, a dance of desire and intimacy that transcends the physical realm. In this moment, there is no past, no future, only the present, where they are lost in each other, desperately seeking solace and connection in the new world.

Lilith's fingers tangle in Michael's long hair as they kiss, her body responding to his every touch with an intensity that leaves her breathless. Time seems to blur as they lose themselves in each other.

Michael relishes the way Lilith moans into his kiss, her body responds to his every touch. Each sensation, every caress, feels like the first time, rekindling the flames of their intense connection. Teasingly, he moves his lips toward her ear, a sly smile playing on his lips as his fingers continue their tantalizing journey.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Michael whispers seductively, his voice a sultry invitation, "I thought you wouldn't fuck me if I was the last man on earth?"

Lilith's moans grow more intense, her lips parting in pleasure as Michael's fingers worked their magic. She breathes heavily, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with her escalating arousal.

"Shut up." she breathes, her words barely coherent amidst the waves of pleasure coursing through her.

With a seductive grin, Michael withdraws his fingers, the loss of contact leaving her craving more.

"Say it," he whispers in a voice dripping with allure, his warm breath tickling her earlobe. "Beg me to fuck you."

Lilith pouts at his teasing, her eyes locking onto him. "Please." she whimpers; her voice filled with need.

"Please what?" Michael tilts his head, his voice almost taunting.

Desperation wells up inside her as she places pleading hands on his shoulders, her body needing more of his intoxicating touch.

"Please fuck me," Lilith begs, her voice a husky plea, her hips subtly arching towards him in search of the satisfaction only he could provide.

Michael hums approvingly in response to her passionate plea, his lips claiming hers once more in a fiery kiss.

Michael's touch is electrifying, sending tremors of anticipation coursing through her as he removes her underwear, casting it aside without a second thought. With a fluid and confident motion, he discards his own, exposing his yearning for her. Their eyes remain locked, an unspoken promise echoing between them as he poised himself to fulfill their burning passion.

With a slow and deliberate movement, his body inches closer, and then he begins the exquisite descent into her. Their bodies merge, becoming one in a crescendo of pleasure that leaves Lilith gasping in satisfaction. It has been so long since she has felt anything like this, a sensation that transcends mere physical pleasure.

As they move in harmony, their lips dance in sync with their bodies. Every thrust, every kiss, brings them closer to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

As their bodies move in unison, a newfound strength surged through Lilith, coursing through her veins like a potent elixir. The intense ecstasy she experiences seems to invigorate her, restoring her vitality and satiating the hunger that has gnawed at her for so long. She draws Michael's energy into herself, her hunger finally appeased, yet leaving him unaffected.

Her replenished power manifests in more ways than one. With a surge of strength, Lilith deftly flips him onto his back, asserting on top. A sigh of pure nirvana escapes her lips, a triumphant smile playing on her flushed face.

Her nimble hands delicately trace the contours of his chest, her hips moving with an unrestrained fervor.

In perfect harmony with one another's bodies, they ascend toward the pinnacle of release, the room fills with a symphony of moans and groans that echo their satisfaction. Michael's hands find firm purchase on her hips, urging her to sink further onto him as they ride the crest of their intensity.

As Lilith nears her climax, a power surges within her, intertwining with her magical energy in a way she has never experienced before. A burst of intense flames erupt from the fireplace, casting flickering heat waves against their flushed skin as she reaches her peak. The sensation of her walls tightening around him sent Michael spiraling into his own overwhelming pleasure, filling her up with his longing.

Lilith's eyes blaze a vibrant red as she soars through the heights of her ecstasy, and one by one, the candles in the room seem to extinguish, leaving them in post-coital darkness.

♦