Bring you pleasure like this

**Steamy Chapter**
"Making me jealous?" Lilith asked, furrowing her brows as her fingers curled tightly. She bit her bottom lip, looking vulnerable with her cheeks flushed a deep red.

"Yes. You told me that you wanted to know if you truly had feelings for me or not. Do you remember what you said that night?" Apollyon asked, his face hovering just above hers, his fingers intertwining with hers.

"I can't remember. I tried hard, but there are so many things I've forgotten," Lilith admitted, her voice trembling.

"You told me you had begun to like me, that you were starting to see me as your husband. The only thing that scared you from opening up was the blood bond that existed between us," Apollyon affirmed softly, his eyes searching hers for any sign of recognition if she recalled now.

Lilith stopped blinking, her vulnerabilities laid bare in her mind. The weight of her unspoken fears pressed heavily on her chest.

"Don't let them overpower your thoughts," Apollyon murmured, touching his forehead to hers. His hot breath fanned against her face, and the soft fabric of his clothes brushed against her bare skin.

"Ca-can you read my thoughts?" Lilith asked, her voice barely a whisper as she gazed into his eyes.

"Yes," Apollyon admitted softly.

"But you said you couldn't," Lilith protested, confusion and a hint of betrayal in her voice.

"You kissed me that night willingly. That broke the barrier between us. That's why I can read your thoughts again. How could you lie about not liking me, loving me?" Apollyon asked, his eyes boring into hers.

"I told I was puzzled. I was unable to process and–" Her words ceased in her mouth as Apollyon pressed his finger on her lips.

"I told you I was puzzled. I was unable to process and—" Her words halted as Apollyon pressed a finger against her lips.

"Shhh! I know everything. You finally came to me. You have chosen me, Lilith. I will always be here for you because my existence is thanks to you," Apollyon affirmed. His eyes lingered on her plump, glistening lips before he leaned in to kiss her.

This time, the kiss was brief. He withdrew and began trailing kisses downwards, starting from her chin, moving to her throat, and then her neck.

His hands roamed over her thighs, caressing them, gradually easing the tension from her body.

"Mmmh," a sweet moan escaped Lilith's lips as he trailed kisses between the valley of her breasts. Without hesitation, his hands moved to cup them, marveling at how perfectly they fit in his palms.

He began to massage them gently, eliciting another moan from her.

"Angh!" Lilith let out a pleasurable cry, arching her back as her eyes fluttered shut. Apollyon smirked, reveling in her response. He let go of one of her curves and placed delicate kisses above it.

"Ahh, Apollyon," Lilith began to scream his name, overwhelmed by the sensations. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions and pleasure, unable to focus on anything but the feel of his touch.

Apollyon continued his ministrations, his kisses becoming more insistent as he explored her body. His hands and lips worked in tandem, coaxing more moans and cries from Lilith, each sound heightening his desire.

He could feel her surrendering to the waves of pleasure, her defenses crumbling with every touch. Her breathing grew erratic, each gasp and moan a testament to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her.

Apollyon's touch was everywhere, his kisses searing her skin and his hands worshiping every curve, giving them equal attention.

Lilith's reactions became increasingly erratic. Sometimes she thrashed her head, other times she jerked her legs uncontrollably.

"I haven't even started properly, and you're already a mess," Apollyon remarked, lifting his head to lock eyes with her. His gaze was intense, filled with raw desire.

"You have a beautiful body. So responsive. It's mine. Every inch of this body belongs to me," he proclaimed with a possessive tone.

Lilith gasped at his confession, her breath hitching as she felt his hands playing with the lower half of her dress. Her eyes widened in shock as he tore it off in one swift motion.

"Apollyon!" she almost yelped, a mix of surprise and anticipation in her voice."I can't wait to taste you," Apollyon said, his voice husky with desire.

Lilith was shocked to hear such explicit words coming from his mouth. Her heart raced, pounding so hard she feared it might burst from her chest.

Apollyon trailed kisses down her thigh, his mouth moving closer to her most intimate area.

Soon, he began leaving open-mouthed kisses on her inner thighs, sucking her skin and leaving red marks because of his growing his desire.

He held both her hands firmly, rendering her unable to stop him or even move much.

"What are you going to do?" Lilith asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and anticipation. She couldn't believe he was about to explore her nether region so intimately.

"This," Apollyon replied simply, before ducking his head to her forbidden region.

"O!" Lilith's mouth formed a big 'O' as lewd moans started escaping her lips. The moment his tongue touched her, her body responded with an intensity she hadn't imagined.

Firecrackers exploded in her head, her mind overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of his touch.

He explored her with a skill and fervor that left her breathless, every stroke and flick of his tongue sending waves of ecstasy through her body.

Her moans grew louder, her body arching and trembling beneath his ministrations. The pleasure was so intense, so all-consuming, that she felt herself rapidly approaching the edge.

Apollyon continued his relentless assault, his mouth and tongue working in perfect harmony to bring her to the brink of climax.

He savored her every reaction, every moan, and every shudder of pleasure.

Lilith's breathing became ragged, her gasps and cries of pleasure filling the entire room. She could feel the tension building within her, the pressure mounting until it became unbearable.

Then, with a final, powerful stroke of his tongue, she shattered.

A scream of his name, "Apollyon!" tore from her throat as she reached her climax, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm.

The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave of sensation that left her utterly spent and completely fulfilled.

As the waves of ecstasy gradually subsided, Lilith lay there, panting and trembling. Apollyon lifted his head, licking his lips, his eyes dark with satisfaction and desire.

"You see, Lilith," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive whisper. "You are mine, and I will always bring you pleasure like this."

Lilith could only nod weakly, her mind still reeling from the intensity of her climax.