**ALEX’S POV**
Morning light cut across the bed in soft gold stripes.
We were still naked, still connected.
I had stayed inside her through the night, and neither of us had moved far enough to break that link.
Lilith was curled against me, one leg thrown over mine, her cheek resting on my chest.
When her eyes finally opened, a sleepy, content smile spread across her face.
“*Mmm*… good morning.”
“Morning.”
I leaned in and kissed her, slow and unhurried, while my hand cupped one full, warm breast.
She hummed against my mouth, fingers sliding into my hair as she deepened the kiss.
When we broke apart she smirked up at me with half-lidded eyes.
“Still *really* into my tits this morning, huh~?”
“What can I say?
I’m addicted to them.”
Her smirk turned cocky.
“I can tell.
Can’t keep your damn hands off ’em, can you~?”
“I can,” I said, thumb brushing over her nipple, “but I want to touch them before I go to the office.”
Lilith chuckled and caught my wrist, guiding my hand more firmly onto her breast.
“*Greedy…*”
Even the word sounded fond.
We stayed like that for a quiet moment—still joined, still bare, the morning air cool against our skin.
I looked at her properly.
The same woman who had spent a month carefully acting like nothing had happened was now soft and open in my arms, marked faintly from the night before, making no move to put distance between us.
“We’re still connected,” I said quietly.
“I can’t believe I’m sleeping with my roommate… who’s also this attractive.
I never saw you like that with me before.
That first day, and then last night.
Are we okay?”
Lilith went still for a second.
The teasing edge softened into something more genuine.
She shifted slightly, the movement making both of us feel the place where I was still buried inside her.
“…Yeah.
We’re okay.” A small huff of laughter.
“I mean… unless *you’re* having regrets~?”
“Not regrets about this.
But are you comfortable?”
She rolled her eyes, though there was clear fondness in it.
“Do I *look* uncomfortable to you?”
She was pressed fully against me, naked, relaxed, making no attempt to pull away.
The answer was obvious.
“No,” I admitted.
And you’ve told me stories about your hookups too.”
Lilith’s expression shifted.
The playful smirk faded into a small frown.
She propped herself up on one elbow so she could look down at me properly.
“*That’s* what this is about…?” Her voice was quieter.
“You’re jealous, aren’t you.”
“Not jealous.
I just… I don’t want to interrupt something if you’re with one of your close ones.
Like a boyfriend or something.”
She stared at me for a beat, then let out a short, sharp laugh.
“*Boyfriend?*” She shook her head, a wry smile forming.
“I don’t *do* boyfriends.
And the hookups?
Those were just… distractions.”
Relief moved through me, quiet but real.
“That’s good to know.
I didn’t want you to feel miserable because of me if I slept with you while you were already in a relationship.
I don’t want to be the guy who breaks something.”
Lilith rolled her eyes again, but the gesture was gentle.
She poked me lightly in the side.
“Stop it.
You’re not breaking anything.
I’ve already told you—I don’t do committed relationships.
Too much of a headache.
I just…” She hesitated, expression softening.
“…like having fun.”
“Okay,” I said.
“We’re roommates.
That’s why.”
I shifted my hips just slightly, a slow, testing movement inside her.
Her breath hitched.
“Are you busy today with friends or work?”
Lilith’s eyes fluttered.
A low chuckle escaped her—half amusement, half frustration.
“*Work?*” She inhaled sharply as I moved again.
“I’m off today… unless you plan on keeping me busy~?”
I brushed my thumb over her nipple again, still barely moving inside her.
“I have office too.
But I don’t think I want to go in today.
A soft, needy sound left her throat.
Her legs wrapped automatically around my waist.
The look she gave me was pure, shameless want.
“*Please*…?”
I leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth.
“I’m going to go a little rough while I play with your tits, okay?”
A visible shiver ran through her.
She nodded almost eagerly.
“*Y-Yes, please.*”
I braced myself over her, still buried deep, and closed both hands over the full, heavy weight of her breasts.
The first firm squeeze drew a sharp cry from her.
Her back arched off the bed, pushing herself into my grip.
“*Fuck—yesss!*”
I started thrusting—slow at first, then deeper, harder—while I kept kneading and squeezing her tits.
Every rough stroke made them bounce against my palms.
Lilith’s moans turned ragged, her hands fisting in the sheets.
“Tell me, baby,” I said, voice low against her ear as I kept moving inside her.
“Why me?”
Her answer came out strained, almost torn from her.
“B-Because… *you’re the only one who makes me feel like this*.”
I thrust harder, still holding her breasts firmly, thumbs brushing over the tight nipples.
She kept talking between broken sounds, the words spilling out like she couldn’t stop them.
“Because—*ngh*—you’re the only one who understands what I need.” Her hands tangled in my hair, legs tightening around me.
“No one else has ever made me feel this way, baby.
*Never.* I don’t know what the hell you are, but I *want* it.”
Her voice dropped, raw and honest in a way I had never heard from her before.
“…I don’t care how this started.
I don’t care if we’re just ‘roommates.’ I just don’t *want* anyone else.
I don’t *want* anyone else’s touch.”
I slowed my hips just enough to keep the friction deep and constant, still cupping her tits.
“You like being my toy, baby?”
Lilith whimpered, body shuddering under me.
“…Yes.
Yes, I do.
I *love* being your toy, baby.
I love it so damn much.
*Only* yours.”
The morning light kept moving across the bed.
Outside, the ordinary day was starting without us.
Inside, the last careful pieces of the roommate agreement were gone, replaced by something neither of us had planned for and neither of us was ready to name yet.
I kept moving inside her, hands still on her breasts, and waited for the rest of the truth she still hadn’t said out loud.