Devilish secretary
Chapter 423 Then don’t let go.

Chapter 423: Chapter 423 Then don’t let go.

Mature Content (18+):

This Chapter contains intimate scenes. Reader discretion advised.

The dress she wore was soft and deep red, hugging her curves just enough to make her fair skin glow like moonlight. The silky hem brushed her thighs, teasing him with every step she took. Lilith’s lips curved into that small, dangerous smile she wore so well as she turned her head just enough to watch him through her lashes.

She could see how his chest rose and fell — a little too sharp, like he was holding back the storm that always brewed behind those dark eyes when it came to her. His jaw tensed, a single muscle jumping, and she knew he was fighting himself not to reach for her too soon.

Lilith strolled over to the vanity. She looked pleased when she saw the neat line of all her favourite creams and little bottles waiting for her. She didn’t sit. Instead, she leaned forward just slightly — enough to make the red silk stretch across her hips.

She squeezed a dab of night cream into her hands, the gentle scent blooming in the air as she dabbed it on her cheeks, her fingers moving with a calm, slow grace. In the reflection of the mirror, she caught his eyes that look, so heavy and full of need, like he was ready to tear apart every inch of her patience.

And that was when he snapped.

Unable to stand it another second, he came up behind her, moving so smoothly that she barely had time to straighten up. His arms slid around her waist, strong and warm, the bare skin of his chest pressing against the silk of her dress. His breath brushed her neck, hot and shivering against her pulse, and his lips touched the place where her shoulder met her throat — a kiss so light it made her entire spine tingle.

Their eyes met in the mirror, and Lilith’s breath caught in her throat.

He smirked, the curve of his mouth sinful and soft all at once, his dark eyes glittering like he was about to ruin every good intention she had. "Aren’t we the most beautiful together?" he murmured, voice rough and deep, every word dripping down her skin like warm honey.

His hands caressed her waist, fingertips grazing over the silk, feeling the warmth of her body underneath. He slid one palm up, tracing the side of her ribs, stopping just under the swell of her breast — close enough to make her lips part, but not enough to satisfy the growing ache in her belly.

Lilith didn’t look away. She watched him in the mirror, the way his eyes roamed over her face, down her neck, hungry for every tiny reaction. Her own eyes darkened with that sharp edge of hers, her lips curling into a smirk that promised she would devour him right back.

And when his teeth grazed her skin again, a soft sound escaped her lips — just enough to make his hold on her tighten, like he was barely keeping himself from sweeping her off her feet and claiming her right there on the vanity table.

She turned her head a fraction, her hair brushing his cheek, her voice a soft purr. "Then don’t let go," she whispered.

Her whisper sent a shiver through him — then don’t let go.

His breath hitched, and he didn’t waste another second. He lowered his head, brushing his lips along the curve of her neck. The kiss started soft, almost reverent, but quickly turned greedy. His lips pressed deeper, tasting her skin, moving up to her jaw, then back down to the hollow of her collarbone.

Lilith’s eyes fluttered shut as she felt the warmth of his mouth on her. The soft, wet sounds of his kisses filled the room, each one making her heartbeat skip faster. She tilted her head, giving him more space, her lips parting with a quiet sigh that only made him grow bolder.

His hands weren’t idle either. One slid up from her waist, fingers tracing the line of her ribs, the curve of her side, until he cupped the underside of her breast through the silk. His thumb brushed teasing circles that made her knees weaken. The other hand slid down, fingers splaying over her stomach before dipping to her hip, tugging her back against him so she could feel just how hard he was for her.

She turned in his arms then, unable to stand being just a reflection in the mirror. She wanted him right in front of her — real, warm, hers. Her hands slid up his arms, feeling the strong muscle under her palms, then moved to his chest. She pressed her fingertips to his bare skin, tracing the lines of his abs, feeling the warmth of him, the slight tremble in his breath when she dragged her nails lightly down.

His mouth found hers the second she looked up. The kiss wasn’t gentle — it was deep and hungry, lips parting, breaths tangling. He kissed her like he was starved for her, like he’d waited lifetimes to taste her. His tongue brushed hers, teasing, coaxing out the sweet little moan that he loved so much.

Her hands wandered, exploring the cut ridges of his stomach, feeling how every muscle tensed under her touch. She could feel his heartbeat under her palm — fast, wild, matching hers beat for beat. One hand slipped lower, tracing the sharp line where his abs met the waistband of his pants, and she smiled into his kiss when he growled softly against her lips.

He pulled back just enough to breathe, his forehead resting on hers, their noses brushing. "You’re going to kill me," he murmured, his voice husky and low. His hands roamed her back, palms sliding under her hair, fingertips brushing the sensitive skin of her nape, sending goosebumps down her spine.

Lilith only smirked, her lips swollen and eyes dark with heat. "Then die for me," she teased, her hands dipping lower to tug him even closer.

He kissed her again — deeper, slower this time, like he wanted to memorize every taste of her. His hands slipped down, cupping her backside, pressing her harder against him until there was no space left between them. He groaned into her mouth, the sound vibrating through her chest, making her toes curl against the floor.

When they finally broke apart, breathless and wanting more, he rested his hands on her hips, thumbs brushing the soft skin peeking from her dress. His eyes were dark, full of fire, but there was softness there too — something that made her heart twist sweetly.