CHAPTER 141: YOUNG LILITH XIII

*~Young Lilith’s POV~*

His nervous smile widened just a little. "Your brown pants look beautiful," he murmured, almost shy.

I stepped closer, sliding my arms around his neck, guiding his hands to my waist. His touch was hesitant, trembling against me. I leaned in, brushing my lips near his ear.

"Are you ready?" I whispered.

His heartbeat thundered so hard I swore I could hear it. A smirk tugged at my lips, but he shook his head quickly, eyes darting to the shadows around us.

"We’re... not really in the place for that right now," he said, voice low, cautious. "Like you said... they could attack at any time."

I silenced him with my hand pressed gently against his mouth, my gaze locking on his.

"Less worrying," I breathed, tilting closer, "more pleasure."

Then he lost it.

The second his lips crushed mine, the world fell away. I pulled tighter around his neck, whispering against his mouth between ragged kisses.

"Mm... Marcus, don’t hold back. Not tonight."

His groan vibrated against my chest as his hands slid firmly around my waist, dragging me closer. I laughed softly, teasing. "See? You’re losing it already."

"Lilith..." he warned, but his voice cracked with hunger.

I tilted my head, brushing my lips along his jaw, nipping lightly at the edge of his ear. "Good. I like when you lose control."

He shuddered. His hands skimmed up my back, rough fingers tangling in my hair. When his mouth returned to mine, the kiss was deeper, hotter, his tongue stealing the air from my lungs. I gasped, arching into him, feeling his chest heave against mine.

"Your taste—" he broke off, forehead pressing to mine. "You’re going to undo me."

"That’s the point," I breathed, sliding my fingers down to his shirt. Buttons popped loose beneath my trembling hands, and I smirked. "I want to see you."

"Lilith—"

"No more words." I tugged his shirt open, pressing my palms flat against his chest, tracing the hard lines of muscle. His breath hitched.

He caught my wrists, as if trying to slow me. I met his eyes, lips parted, and whispered, "Prove you’ve always wanted me."

That was it. His restraint snapped. He crushed me to him, his mouth devouring mine in a desperate kiss. His hands roamed down my sides, gripping my hips, lifting me slightly before setting me back against the cold stone of the rooftop.

The air was sharp, the night alive with danger, but his heat smothered everything else. His lips trailed down my neck, grazing my pulse, and I couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out.

"Yes," I whispered, tugging at his hair. "There. Don’t stop."

He growled low in his throat, his mouth claiming more of me, teeth grazing, tongue soothing. I arched against him, every nerve screaming. His hands slid upward, unhooking me with a swiftness that made my cheeks burn. The cool night air brushed me, then his touch replaced it—warm, firm, reverent.

"Beautiful," he murmured hoarsely, voice unsteady. "Gods, you’re beautiful."

I smirked through the rush of heat. "Then take what’s yours."

That was all the permission he needed. His mouth found mine again, his tongue tangled deep with mine until I thought I might drown in him. His hands moved lower, slower, teasing along my skin, each touch a spark that made me gasp. I pressed harder into him, whispering in broken words, "More... Marcus, I need more."

His answer was another kiss, rougher this time, his breath hot, his control hanging by threads. "Lilith... you don’t know what you’re asking."

"Oh, I do." I dragged my nails lightly across his chest, watching his jaw clench. "I’ve been waiting for this. For you."

He groaned, pinning me tighter. "You’re going to be the death of me."

"Then die happy," I teased against his lips, pulling him back into me.

The rooftop was spinning, my pulse wild. The clash of war and betrayal beyond us faded—there was only the heat between our bodies, the way he touched me like I was the only thing that mattered. My legs wrapped around him instinctively, pulling him closer still.

His control snapped again—his kisses turned hungry, almost frantic, hands exploring, learning me, claiming me. I clung to him, breathless, half-moaning, half-laughing between kisses. "Marcus... don’t you dare stop."

"I couldn’t if I tried," he rasped, voice breaking. "Not with you."

Lilith... god, you’re insane," Marcus muttered, voice rough, almost breaking, as his lips found mine again.

"I know," I gasped, pressing my hands to his chest. "And I want you... now."

He groaned, one hand tangling in my hair, the other gripping my waist so tightly I could feel the pulse in his fingers. "You’re going to make me lose my mind," he rasped, teeth grazing my jaw.

"Then lose it," I whispered, shivering as his lips moved down my neck. "I want you to, Marcus. Don’t hold back."

His hands slid lower, gripping, pulling, holding me impossibly close. I gasped into his mouth, my nails scraping against his back. "Someone might hear us," I warned, panic and excitement twisting together.

"Let them hear," he growled, voice thick with hunger. "If you’re going to lose yourself... then lose it for me."

My breath caught. "Marcus..." I moaned, trembling against him, heart hammering so hard I was sure the world could hear it. "I... I’m—"

"Shh," he whispered, silencing me with a harsh, urgent kiss. "Don’t think. Don’t stop. Just feel."

I pressed against him, trembling, legs barely supporting me. "I... can’t—"

"Yes, you can," he cut in, voice low, rough. "You want this. You’ve wanted this. Now let go. Don’t fight it, Lilith."

The air was electric, cold outside, but our bodies were fire. Every gasp, every shiver, every frantic brush of lips and teeth sent sparks through me. I felt raw, open, exposed—and somehow safer in his arms than anywhere else.

"Marcus... harder," I whispered, tugging him closer. "I... I can’t hold it..."

"Then don’t," he breathed, tilting his head, pressing me impossibly against him. "Scream if you want. Cry out. Let it consume you. I won’t stop."

I moaned, heart hammering, chest pressed to his, shaking against him. "I... Marcus..." My voice was ragged, half a plea, half a command.

His lips crushed mine again, desperate, ravenous, as if he were drinking in every sound, every shiver, every breath I released. "Lilith... you’re killing me," he whispered fiercely. "Gods, I’ve wanted this... you... for too long."

I laughed, breathless, shivering against him. "Then... take it... Marcus. I can’t—don’t stop me..."

"Never," he groaned, dragging me impossibly closer, lips and hands claiming, holding, devouring. "You want to lose it? Then lose it. Right here. Right now. Nobody exists but us."

I moaned into him, trembling, nails digging into his shoulders. "Yes... Marcus... I’m—oh!" My words dissolved into ragged gasps as he pressed me tighter, impossibly close, body to body.

His hands tangled in my hair, teeth grazing my neck, lips scorching my skin. "Cum for me love," he whispered fiercely, voice hoarse. "You want this? Then feel it. Let yourself fall... completely. Don’t stop... not for anyone."

New Orleans below might as well have burned. The night could shatter, the world could end—but up here, pressed to him, I was his. And he was mine. Every gasp, every tremble, every desperate, shivering touch pushed us further into the fire.

I pressed harder, whispering his name over and over, and he groaned, trembling against me, wild, feral, lost. "Lilith... damn it this feels good."

"Harder Marcus!," I moaned, tilting my head, teeth grazing his jaw, lips crushing his, hands clawing at him. "I don’t want you to stop."

A sudden clatter tore through the night, sharp and urgent. My body froze mid-motion, heart hammering like a drum in my chest.

"They’re attacking... now," I gasped, eyes wide with terror. Panic surged through me like wildfire.

Marcus’s hands were still tangled in mine, lips brushing my neck, and he froze too, confusion and alarm flashing across his face.

"I... I have to go," I whispered, fumbling for my clothes, hands shaking as I pulled the gown back over my shoulders. The cold night air bit at my skin, but I barely noticed. Everything was chaos—fire, noise, the distant roar of battle—and I couldn’t stay a second longer.

Marcus tried to grab my hand, his green eyes pleading, "Lilith... wait—"

I shook my head frantically, pressing a trembling hand to his chest. "No time. They... they’re here. I can’t... I can’t—stay."

He looked at me, lost, breathless, as if he didn’t understand. My lips met his in a desperate kiss, raw and urgent, full of everything we couldn’t say. I tasted the fear, the longing, the heat we’d shared, and it made me ache.

"I... I’ll find you," he whispered, voice breaking.

"Don’t promise," I choked out between ragged breaths, tears streaking my face. "Just... survive."

We clung for a heartbeat longer, and then I pressed my forehead to his, whispering, "Goodbye... for now."