**ALEX’S POV**
I kept moving inside her in slow, deep strokes, hands still cupped around the full weight of her breasts.
Lilith’s eyes were half-lidded, lips parted, the morning light painting soft gold across her flushed skin.
The honesty in her voice from a moment ago still hung between us.
I brushed my thumbs over her nipples and spoke quietly.
“But you’re worried that you don’t want to go into a serious relationship.”
Lilith’s body tensed just slightly under me.
Her eyes met mine.
The playful, filthy edge was gone; what remained was open and a little afraid.
“…Yeah.
I am.”
I slowed even more, staying buried deep, and kept my hands gentle on her tits.
“Don’t worry.
I’ll let you have your way of living.
I promise you—if you find someone you actually want to live with, I won’t force you to be mine.
But you know you’ve wanted to be my toy since the first day you started showing up without clothes.”
A visible rush of relief moved through her.
Some of the tension left her shoulders.
A small, genuine smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
She reached up and brushed a lock of hair away from my face, fingers tender.
“Thank you, baby.
You have no idea how much that means to me…”
She paused, studying me.
Her voice dropped almost shy.
“But… there is one thing…”
“Tell me.”
Lilith’s eyes lowered for a second, then came back to mine.
Her fingers traced lightly across my cheek.
“…Promise me something, baby.” This chapter is updated first at g.com.
“What?”
“No matter what happens—if I’m gone, or if I find someone… if I find that person I want to be with—*promise* me you won’t wait for me.
That you’ll find someone else too.”
The request landed heavier than I expected.
I looked at her—still naked under me, still connected, still marked from the night before—and understood what she was really asking.
She wanted the freedom she had always claimed, and she wanted me free as well.
I nodded once.
“I promise.”
Lilith exhaled like she had been holding her breath for a long time.
Her body relaxed completely against mine.
She pressed closer, nuzzling into my neck for a moment before pulling back to look at me again.
The teasing smirk returned, but it was softer than before—almost fond.
“Good.”
She rolled her hips once, slow and deliberate, reminding both of us that I was still inside her.
“Now… *fuck me stupid*, baby~”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
I shifted my weight, braced myself over her, and started thrusting again—deeper, harder, the way she had asked for earlier.
My hands stayed on her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh in time with every stroke.
Lilith’s moans spilled out immediately, loud and unrestrained in the quiet morning apartment.
Her legs locked around my waist, pulling me in as deep as I could go.
“*Fuck—yes—*” she gasped, back arching.
“Just like that… don’t stop—”
I gave her exactly what she wanted.
Rough enough to make her tits bounce hard against my palms, deep enough that every thrust punched a broken sound out of her throat.
The bed frame knocked lightly against the wall.
Sweat began to gather again between our bodies.
The tender conversation from moments earlier sat right underneath the filth, making every movement feel heavier, more deliberate.
Lilith’s hands scrambled over my back and into my hair.
Her eyes stayed locked on mine even while her mouth fell open around continuous moans.
“*Harder—*” she begged.
I leaned down and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard while I kept pounding into her.
The dual sensation made her cry out sharply.
Her walls fluttered around me.
I switched to the other breast, teeth grazing just enough to make her shudder, and never slowed the rhythm of my hips.
The morning light kept moving across the bed.
Outside, people were already on their way to work.
Inside, the only thing that existed was the wet sound of me moving inside her, the slap of skin, and the raw, honest noises she made every time I bottomed out.
Lilith’s voice started to break apart.
“I’m close—baby, I’m so close—”
I released her breast from my mouth and braced both hands on either side of her head, driving into her with short, powerful strokes aimed exactly where she needed them.
Her nails dug into my shoulders.
Her whole body went tight.
“Come for me,” I said against her mouth.
“Come while I’m still inside you.”
She shattered with a long, shaky cry, walls clamping down hard around my cock.
I kept thrusting through it, dragging the orgasm out until her legs trembled and her voice turned into soft, overstimulated whimpers.
Only then did I bury myself to the hilt and follow her over, pulsing deep inside her with a low groan.
For a long time afterward we stayed locked together, breathing hard, bodies slick and spent.
Lilith’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my back.
When she finally spoke, her voice was hoarse and quiet.
“…Still okay?”
I pressed a slow kiss to the side of her neck.
“Yeah.
We’re okay.”
She hummed, content, and made no move to pull away.
The ordinary Monday morning waited outside the window.
Neither of us was in a hurry to meet it.
Whatever we were now—roommates, temporary toys, something neither of us had a clean name for—it was no longer hiding.
And for the moment, that was enough.