Drama


Lilith’s POV
The first thing I felt was warmth.
Not the kind that comes from a blanket or a heater, but from a body. A real body. Somewhere behind me, a slow, steady breath touched the back of my neck. An arm lay across my waist, heavy but gentle, holding me like someone afraid I would disappear if he let go.
My eyes snapped open.
For a moment, I didn’t even understand what I was looking at. The ceiling above me wasn’t the white that defined my room at Verona Estate, it was wood. The air smelled subtly like citrus and men’s soap. The sheets were softer. And the room was quiet in a way no room in Lucian’s home ever was.
Then memory hit me all at once.
Damien’s hands.
 His mouth.
 The way I came apart under him like I had been waiting years for someone to touch me without cruelty.
 The sound I made when he kissed my neck.
 The way my body responded before my mind could catch up.
Heat shot



Lilith’s POV

Sophie’s hand didn’t just grab mine, she practically yanked me forward.

Her face was pale, her breathing uneven, but it wasn’t anger in her eyes, not suspicion, It was fear.

A real fear.

“Lilith, we need to go inside,” she whispered harshly, glancing over her shoulder as if someone might be listening. “Please move.”

My heart started pounding again, but not from Damien this time.

“What happened?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. It wasn’t steady.

Sophie swallowed, tugging me through the foyer. “He came back early. He’s… he’s not himself today.”

A chill ran right through me.

Lucian wasn’t himself?
What did that even mean?
What version of him was waiting for me now?

We reached the first staircase, and I stumbled slightly.

My thighs ached sharp, warm reminders of what Damien had done to me.
My lips still tingled like they carried his fingerprints.
My chest t

Lilith POV

I still can’t explain exactly how I got here.


 All I know is that one moment I was standing in front of Damien’s door, and the next, his mouth was glued to mine, tongues mixing up  like we had been starving for years.


 I wasn’t even sure if I kissed him back first, or if he simply pulled something out of me.
Nothing about it was gentle this time. It was pure fire.
 Complete possession.
 The kind of kiss you don’t recover from in a hurry.
His hands moved to my waist, my ribs, my hips. For one terrifying, exhilarating second, I hesitated. Then, the thought of Lucian’s ownership, of his cold, claiming touch, flashed in my mind. And in that moment, kissing this man back didn’t feel like a betrayal of myself, but a reclamation. My body wasn’t betraying me; it was finally, finally listening to me.

He led me straight into the villa like a man walking through fire…except he wasn’t the one burning.
 I was.
Every step was heavy, and tense. 
The kind of danger you felt in your bones but couldn’t run from.
 We didn’t speak.
The front door flung shut behind me.
 His fingers were already at the buttons of my blouse.


 My hands went to his shirt and tore it over his head like I needed to feel his skin or I might die.
The heat in my chest surged till I was starting to feel dizzy.


 He didn’t stop kissing me…his lips rougher, hungrier, like he was memorizing me.


 My scarf slipped to the floor, and his mouth trailed down my throat. 
I gasped, grabbing his shoulders as we stumbled through the hallway, bumping into the wall. Neither of us cared.
He pushed me gently into the wall, then kissed me again.slow this time, deliberate, dragging it out till I was breathless.


 I begged without words. My body was the only language left.
My blouse hit the floor. Then my bra. His mouth replaced his hands.
 A moan tore out of me before I could stop it.
Heat ran up my neck.
 It was embarrassing. Shame. And something darker. Hungrier.
He lifted me like I weighed nothing, and set me on a dresser. 
My fingers dug into his hair as his mouth worshipped me like he owned me. My thighs parted without thought.
I wanted to say stop.


 But I…I just couldn’t.


Yet every time he touched me, I would hear  Lucian’s voice whisper…mine.


Nevertheless my body still kept on arching toward Damien like it had forgotten who it belonged to.
We made it to the bedroom.
My jeans went next. 
He peeled them down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. 
That gaze….steady, heated…it undressed more than my clothes.
I stood there in my underwear, supposed to feel exposed, vulnerable.
 But I didn’t.
 I felt seen.
He knelt in front of me.
“Damien…” I whispered. I didn’t even know why I said his name. Maybe to be sure this was real.
He didn’t answer. His hands trailed down my thighs. His lips pressed against my knee.
 Then higher….and higher.
I stopped breathing.
He didn’t rush. He took his time.
 No one had ever done that. Not with me. Not like this.
Every nerve in my body burned. My grip tightened on the bed edge.
 My head fell back as his mouth found the place that had been aching since I walked into this house.
I gasped and shook, moaning so loud I didn’t recognize my own voice. 
He didn’t stop.
 I fell apart in his mouth, clenching the sheets, gasping his name like it was the only word I knew.
My heart pounded like it would burst.
He climbed over me slowly, kissing my jaw, my lips. My hands moved to his belt, trembling.
We fell into bed, careless, lost in need.
Then I felt him enter me with a groan.
 I gasped, nails digging into his back.
The first thrust was slow, deep. Then harder. Faster.
 I cried out. Again. And again.
He kissed me, bit my neck, gripped my hips like he couldn’t get enough.


 The room filled with the sound of skin and breath and raw pleasure.
He lifted me, pressed me to the mirror, his breath hot at my ear.
“You look like sin.”
Every word pierced something deep inside me.
 And through the haze, I heard Lucian again…
 Mine.
 The word rang in my ears, but I didn’t stop.
 I couldn’t.
He spun me around, bent me over the bed. My body obeyed without question.
He took me again, and I screamed his name.
 Bit the sheets. Shattered around him.
We didn’t stop. 
He pulled me onto his lap, and I rode him till my thighs started to tremble.
 He told me how I looked, how I sounded, how I felt every word blurring into madness.
“Lucian would kill me,” I muttered.
And I almost sobbed, because it was true.
 But it didn’t stop me. Nothing did.
I climaxed again. And again.
 By the fourth time, I could barely breathe. My voice is raw. My body is shaking.
When I collapsed on his chest, I felt like my soul had slipped out of me….like I had stepped into something I’d never crawl out of.
 Our skin is still touching.
When the fire finally cooled, the guilt came back like cold air after rain.
What did I just do?
Oh God….Lucian.

The thought of him sent a shock of cold fear through me. The shame came next, a familiar one. But then I remembered the sound of my own voice, moaning. The sight of my face, not blank but blazing with feeling. And I knew, with a terrifying certainty, that I couldn't bring myself to wish it away.


I stared at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above.
“Damien…” I whispered. “What… what did we just do?”

He didn’t look guilty. Not even surprised. He just propped himself on one elbow, smirking softly. “What needed to happen.”

My throat tightened. “You’re not going to tell him?”

“Why would I?” he said, the words simple, yet rough. He looked at me, and the intensity in his eyes was almost too much to hold. “You think I just stumbled into you? Fuck, Lilith. I’ve been planning my way back to you since I was old enough to know what it meant.”

I sat up, pulling the sheet around me.
 My heart raced again, not from pleasure this time, but from fear.
 “I don’t know if I can…” I began.
He brushed my cheek, gentle but sure.


 “You already did.”

He was right. I said yes the moment I let him kiss me. The moment I didn’t delete his message. The moment I came back here.
I was his the second I showed up.

The thought should have terrified me. And part of me was screaming. But a newer, quieter part wondered if in becoming his, I had finally stopped being Lucian’s.

But now, I don't know who I am anymore.
My name was Lilith. I was supposed to be Lucian’s. But tonight, I fell.

 And Damien was there….waiting…to catch me like he always knew he would.
In the minutes that followed, I lay back beside him, star
ing at the ceiling.
 My eyes stayed open, haunted by the sound of Lucian’s voice, still whispering somewhere deep inside me.
“ Mine!”


Lilith’s POV
The first thing I felt was warmth.
Not the kind that comes from a blanket or a heater, but from a body. A real body. Somewhere behind me, a slow, steady breath touched the back of my neck. An arm lay across my waist, heavy but gentle, holding me like someone afraid I would disappear if he let go.
My eyes snapped open.
For a moment, I didn’t even understand what I was looking at. The ceiling above me wasn’t the white that defined my room at Verona Estate, it was wood. The air smelled subtly like citrus and men’s soap. The sheets were softer. And the room was quiet in a way no room in Lucian’s home ever was.
Then memory hit me all at once.
Damien’s hands.
 His mouth.
 The way I came apart under him like I had been waiting years for someone to touch me without cruelty.
 The sound I made when he kissed my neck.
 The way my body responded before my mind could catch up.
Heat shot under my skin.
I turned my head slightly, just enough to see him.
Damien was asleep, bare-chested, 

Waking Up in the Wrong Arms