Lilith pov

I was panting,

 Lips parted,

 Eyes hooded,

 Chest rising and falling—every breath a shaky, ruined thing.

I was drenched from my hair to my chin, but my face wasn’t wet with water, it was slick with cum, hot, heavy, clinging to my skin.

“I want her pussy.”

That was what Silas had murmured a moment ago,  calm, emotionless, yet edged with pure  lust.

The second the words left his lips, a shiver tore down my spine.

 My mind swirled,  my body ached,  heat surged ...