[Mild smut warning! If you're under 18, you might want to skip this chapter. You have been warned.]
Lily's lips were on his again, swallowing his gasp.
This wasn't like her gentle, protective kiss in the dungeon.
There, it woke him from a nightmare—now it was hotter than the dragon's breath.
Pure, wanton hunger. Their desires intertwined.
How the hell did they not do it ever since?
Their tongues danced, and he couldn't help but pull her even closer. His hands, no longer tentative, slid from her waist to the small of her back, squeezing her firm body.
The rough fabric covered little to begin with, yielding to his touches.
He felt every curve, every dent. Her bones, her muscles, the heat of her skin. She was soft and firm. Smooth and sharp in perfect harmony. All real, all his, and he couldn't get enough.
He wanted to explore them, every line, worship her contour, and commit them to his memory.
"Eager much? I thought you were avoiding me, Konny boy."
Lily broke the kiss with a wicked grin, her hazel eyes glowing like embers.
Before he'd form a coherent answer, nimble fingers made quick work of his trousers.
"Avoided? You passed out in this very room the last time when—"
She was too merciless to let him finish. Konrad groaned as the cool air hit his heated skin.
A heartbeat later, the warmth of her hand followed, scattering his remaining thoughts.
"I, uh—ah, wanted you since the first time with the Griphlets—"
She was straddling his hips almost the same way she did now, but that was how far he'd got.
This wasn't the time for feeling nostalgic.
Strangled sounds escaped his lips as her fingers wrapped around him.
"Wanted me, huh?" She purred, her breath hot against his ear. "But that was only a month and a half ago—I've had to wait for an entire lifetime."
"A—ah—lifetime?" It didn't make much sense, but thinking became a chore.
She began to move her hand in a slow, torturous rhythm that had his hips buckle.
His grip on her tightened as well, feeling he'd unravel before she even took her clothes off.
Her freckles swam in his vision, dancing with her smirk.
"You and your numbers," she teased him. "Stop thinking about weird things, you won't be able to count them like this."
He was guilty as charged, but he had a strange Deja Vu.
As if this had happened before. In another life, with a girl explaining how gingers steal souls, turn them into freckles—
Why'd he remember this now? Lily's was a face he didn't mind becoming one, but—
"Konny, stay with me," she whispered, her voice a low, wanton, demonic hum. "I want you here and now—pull your pretty little head back from the past."
It was scary how well she could read his mind.
She might've known him better than he did himself. They clicked—spending all that time together, and he never stopped to ask himself why. And this wasn't the time for it, either.
Her free hand trailed up his chest, nails scraping hard against his skin, making him shudder.
"I told you, no fantasizing," she warned with a pout, and Konrad shook his head.
"No, I was thinking about you, and—"
She didn't let him finish, silencing those words with another kiss. Her other hand squeezed him harder, and Konrad couldn't help but moan into her mouth.
He couldn't believe he died a virgin in his past life—or at least he didn't remember.
But the sensations were somehow familiar, her sweet scent intoxicating.
Not the first time he had felt it, though he couldn't place it until now.
It had a fire to that sweetness—like burnt sugar, or caramel, tamed only by the scent of cinnamon. Wild, but once he got a whiff of it, he wanted nothing else.
Her grin was triumphant. "That's my boy."
In a movement too fast for his eyes to follow, her scraps were gone, tossed aside.
All her petite, freckled glory revealed for him—and him alone.
Her hips swayed, hovering above him, her expression a mix of lust and fondness.
Yes, it was familiar, but Konrad no longer cared. He wanted it—he wanted her now, his hands sliding up her smooth thighs and gripping her narrow hips.
"Look at you," she teased him. "So controlling."
He tried to retort, but all that came out was a ragged moan as she shifted her hips, stealing his breath and his words. She was in control—and this time, he was willing to surrender.
"You'd better keep up, Konny baby."
That was the only warning before she'd lower herself in one smooth, devastating motion.
Konrad's back arched off the bed, a cry torn from his lips.
Her heat and tightness filled all his senses.
The weeks of frustration, the catacombs, the incomplete memories—they all melted away.
Everything burned up in the inferno she stoked.
"This is only the beginning," she moaned.
Pure agony and ecstasy—her movements slow, deliberate, driving him crazy.
It was a challenge to keep his eyes open, but he wanted to see her face. Those hazel eyes. The freckles. To know that it all happened. That she was real. That she was his.
Feline pupils blown wide, her cheeks flushed—she was a vision, a demoness claiming a prize.
She braced her hands on either side of his head, her orange hair curtaining their faces.
"This is what you expected?" she breathed, her pace quickening. "Or you'd rather be in control?"
Right. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Konrad still recalled something about a wish.
He wanted power and to get revenge—all kinds of things that didn't seem to matter in the moment. He let go of everything—his sanity, his plans—but not her.
His hands gripped her hips, guiding her, meeting her thrust for thrust.
The bedframe protested with a rhythmic creak. Her moans—whispers of encouragement in his ear. She spurred him on, pushing him beyond the edge.
But it went both ways. As Lily hurled him towards his peak, she stopped being snarky, too.
Her body went rigid above him, a sharp, shuddering gasp escaping her lips.
She clenched around him like a vise, eyes wide, her soft lips gaping, frozen.
The sight of her ecstasy was more than he could handle.
With a final, broken cry of her name, Konrad flew over the edge, too.
He went so far above and beyond, he didn't even think it was possible. His own release was a blinding wave of pleasure that left him boneless and gasping for air.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing.
Lily collapsed on top of him, a contented, rumbling purr vibrating in her chest.
She nuzzled into the crook of his neck.
"Screw those heavenly plots," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. "We should do this way more often, like back in the old days—"
Whatever she meant by that, Konrad was still far above the clouds to think straight.
Too spent to form words, he could only tighten his arms around her, pressing a kiss into her sweaty hair. Plots and past had to wait—he had everything he needed right there.