Ethan didn't let up.
His hand moved in slow, careful circles, his thumb tracing gentle pressure over Lilith's most sensitive spot. Her body jerked again, tighter this time, her breath catching in her throat.
She clung to him, shaking against his chest, every muscle tense and eager for more. The afterglow hadn't faded — and he was already pulling her back into the fire.
Her eyes fluttered open, hazy and half-focused. "You're going to make me cum again," she whispered.
He didn't answer. He just kissed her, deep and slow, while his fingers kept moving. She whimpered into his mouth, her hands gripping his arms as another tremor rolled through her.
Lilith trembled against him, her nails digging into his biceps.
"Yes," she moaned, her voice thick and urgent.
Her legs tightened around him, and she pushed her hips forward, the sudden friction sending a jolt of electricity through him.
