Stimulating her

**Steamy Chapter**
Lilith lingered in the aftershocks of a powerful wave of pleasure, her senses still reeling when she felt Apollyon’s presence near her.

Before she could fully grasp the moment, his lips were on hers, his kiss both demanding and tender, his tongue exploring her mouth with an intoxicating rhythm that left her breathless.

“Did you like that?” Apollyon’s voice was a husky whisper, his breath mingling with hers as his tongue continued to dance teasingly along her lips.

“Yes,” Lilith replied, her voice trembling as she struggled to gather herself. She gasped for air, her eyes fluttering open as she met his gaze, which was filled with a potent mix of desire and affection. “That was so intense, Apollyon. I can barely think straight.”

Apollyon’s expression was a blend of satisfaction and playful promise. “This is just the beginning. We haven’t even begun to explore the full depths of what I can offer you.”

“Really?” Lilith’s voice was a mix of curiosity and exhaustion. However, she still anticipated for more. Now, she had accepted Apollyon as her husband there was no holding back.

“Yes, Wife,” Apollyon said, his voice low and compelling. “What you’ve experienced so far is only a taste. There’s still so much more to discover, and I intend to show you every nuance of pleasure and love.”

Lilith’s fingers moved to her husband's robe as she worked to untie the knots of Apollyon’s robe.

Each tug and pull was accompanied by the intensity of his gaze, which remained fixed on her with a hunger. As the robe’s ties came undone, the fabric began to slip from his shoulders, revealing the sculpted expanse of his chest and arms.

He let the robe fall to the floor, his bare skin exposed in the soft glow of the room.

“Apollyon,” she whispered, her voice tender and filled with a mixture of wonder and longing. Her fingers gently traced the contours of his face while the other rested on his chest, her touch both soothing and affectionate.

“I can hardly believe I’ve fallen for you,” she murmured, her words carrying a depth of emotion that reflected the profound connection between them.

Apollyon’s eyes never left hers as he took her hand in his. He brought her knuckles to his lips, pressing a reverent kiss to them.

“I love you, Lilith. I will always love you. I am here because of you,” Apollyon declared.

Lilith propped herself up on her elbows, her face drawing closer to his as if pulled by an invisible thread. Her gaze lowered, lingering on the fabric of his trousers.

With a soft, deliberate movement, she pressed a tender kiss against his chest, her lips lingering just long enough to provoke a deep, appreciative groan from him.

“Lilith!” Apollyon groaned.

She placed a gentle finger against his lips, silencing his response. “It’s my turn, Apollyon,” she said with a hushed, yet assertive tone.

Her delicate fingers cradled his neck, her touch both soothing and intimate. She began to shower him with kisses, her lips moving slowly from his neck to his chest.

Each kiss was a soft, lingering caress, imbued with the warmth of her affection. As she descended lower, the heat emanating from his body seemed to envelop her, melting away any remnants of hesitation or fatigue.

Apollyon watched intently as Lilith’s gaze traveled down his body, her fingers lightly caressing the band of his trousers. The intensity of her look was enough to stir a deep, primal response within him.

With a determined but gentle motion, he guided Lilith back onto the mattress. Her gasp of surprise was quickly followed by a wide-eyed expression as he removed his clothing with deliberate ease, revealing his full form.

The sight was overwhelming, causing her fingers and toes to curl in a mixture of nervous anticipation and undeniable desire.

“Can I handle this?” Lilith asked, her voice wavering with a blend of awe and apprehension. Her eyes were wide, reflecting the enormity of what lay before her.

“You will,” Apollyon replied with a calm, reassuring confidence. He leaned down, his presence both soothing and commanding. To ease her anxiety, he began to stimulate her body, his hands gently exploring her breasts while his lips pressed soft, lingering kisses against hers.

Apollyon’s touch was tender yet charged with an underlying heat, meant to both comfort and heighten Lilith’s senses.

As he entered her, she cried in pain, her body reacting instinctively to it. Her nails dug into his back, gripping him as if to anchor herself, and she pulled him closer. But the pain soon left her body as she started feeling the pleasure.

“Fuck, Lilith!” Apollyon swore, his voice a rough whisper as he began to move within her. Each thrust was hard, driven by his long desire.

He noticed the tears sliding down her cheeks. So, he leaned in to press soft kisses against her eyes.

“You’re taking me so beautifully,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a breath. His lips nibbled gently at hers and cupped his breast.

“Ahh! Ahh! Angh!” Lilith’s cries and moans mingled in a symphony of pleasure as they both reached the peak of their earlier union.

"Lilith, cry my name. Beg for more and I'll give it all," Apollyon said with a grin. He was enjoying it as much as Lilith was.

"More, Apollyon!" Lilith pleaded. "It feels wonderful," she managed to utter.

Apollyon angled her body well so that they could feel more pleasure.

The intense culmination washed over them, leaving them momentarily breathless and spent. But just as Lilith began to savor the afterglow, Apollyon’s hands guided her into a new position.
With a decisive yet gentle motion, he turned her around and entered her from behind.

The sudden shift elicited a fresh wave of intense pleasure from Lilith, who cried out, “Ahhh, Apollyon!” Her voice was a mix of shock and exhilaration.

As their bodies moved in a rhythmic, synchronized dance, beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, glistening in the dim light.

Apollyon’s strong hands gripped her arms, pulling her closer against him. His lips traveled to her earlobe, where he began to nibble gently. This spot, so sensitive to her touch, elicited a series of heightened moans from Lilith.

As his lips continued their exploration, Apollyon’s hands moved lower, tracing the contours of her curves with a mix of reverence and desire. His touch was both confident and loving, each caress designed to elicit deeper pleasure.

His left hand soon reached her nether region, his fingers skillfully stimulating her with a precision that drew out waves of pleasure.

The night unfolded with an intense focus on mutual satisfaction. They were completely absorbed in each other, their bodies moving in a rhythmic symphony of desire.