*~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."
