Fervent moans

**Steamy Chapter**

The next morning, Lilith's eyes fluttered open, and a dull ache between her legs drew a soft groan from her lips. As the events of the previous night came flooding back, a satisfied smile slowly spread across her face.

She pulled the sheets closer, savoring the lingering warmth, and turned to look for Apollyon. To her surprise, the bed beside her was empty.

Sitting up, Lilith noticed she was already dressed in a soft nightgown. She ran her fingers over the fabric, feeling its smoothness against her skin.

"Did Apollyon do this?" she murmured to herself, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson that spread to the tips of her ears. The thought of him tenderly dressing her made her heart flutter. Because she had fully embraced these feelings, her joy increased several more times.

Her eyes shifted toward the door, which creaked open to reveal her attendant, Zoey, entering with a soft, reserved smile.

“Good morning, Your Majesty,” Zoey greeted with a polite tone. “I’ve prepared the bathhouse for you,” she informed the Queen.

“Thank you, Zoey,” Lilith responded, watching as the attendant exited the room.

With a graceful movement, she rose from the bed and approached the dressing table. As she pulled her robe down from her neck, her eyes were drawn to the red marks scattered across her skin.

She turned to examine her back, noting the hickeys Apollyon had left behind– a clear indication that her body now belonged to him.

After hastily adjusting her robe to cover the marks, Lilith proceeded to the washroom to freshen up.

Settling into the huge pool of water, she let her hands swirl through the warm water, her face illuminated by a persistent, contented smile.

The attendants assisted her with her bath, their movements practiced and unobtrusive. However, they suddenly paused and withdrew, causing Lilith to look up in surprise. Her gaze locked onto a figure standing in the doorway. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of Apollyon.

He stood there, water droplets glistening on his well-defined abs, his wet hair adding a striking allure. Lilith’s breath caught as she took in his presence, her eyes fixed on him in silent awe.

“Wife!” Apollyon’s voice resonated through the bathhouse walls, drawing Lilith’s gaze to meet his. In the blink of an eye, he was before her, his presence both commanding and electrifying. His thumb traced a gentle path across her lips, his gaze intense, as if searching something deep within her soul.

Lilith, caught in the moment, instinctively moved her lips over his thumb, then parted them slightly. Apollyon withdrew his thumb with a teasing smirk, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“My sweet wife has suddenly grown bold,” he said, his voice laced with playful mockery.

Lilith turned her face forward, desperate to hide the flush that was spreading across her cheeks. “Is it so wrong for me to do that? Don’t you like it?”

Apollyon’s response was a husky whisper, his breath warm against her ear as he leaned in close. “I adore everything you do,” he murmured, his voice sending a shiver down her spine.

As she bit down on her lower lip in response, she didn’t realize that a small bead of blood had begun to ooze from it.

“Why are you here?” Lilith asked, her breaths coming in short, uneven gasps. The intensity of the moment left her feeling both exhilarated and breathless.

“To bathe with you, Lilith,” Apollyon said with a playful glint in his eyes. He stepped back and began undressing, the smooth, deliberate movements of his body adding an element of intimacy to the moment.

Once he was bare, he entered the bath and settled down beside her.

Lilith’s heart raced furiously in her chest, her senses heightened by the proximity and the warm steam enveloping them.“Did you dress me last night?” she asked, her voice quivering slightly as she sought to steady herself.

She tilted her head to meet his gaze, noticing the simmering desire that danced in his eyes.

The steam from the water made her body feel increasingly warm, but it was the intensity of Apollyon’s gaze that made her feel even hotter.

“Yes,” Apollyon replied, his tone tender. “You were completely spent and asleep. I didn’t want you to catch cold.”

His eyes dropped to her neck, where the hickeys he had left the previous night were still visible. He traced the marks gently with his fingertip, attentively noting every subtle shift in her expression.

“Lilith, you were extraordinary last night,” Apollyon continued, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “Thank you for embracing my love.”

Before she could respond, he lifted her effortlessly and positioned her to straddle him. The unexpected move made Lilith gasp, her eyes widening as she felt the unmistakable pressure of him against her most intimate area.

The intimate contact caused her breath to hitch. Lilith’s breath hitched as Apollyon’s lips pressed against her throat, the kiss igniting a wave of heat that coursed through her entire body.

The sensation was so intense it felt as if his touch could sear her skin, leaving a lasting, burning imprint.

“Apollyon… ahh…” she moaned his name, her voice low and trembling as her eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure.

Apollyon’s hands roamed with deliberate slowness over her body, his fingers teasing and fondling her breasts with a practiced touch.

He lingered on her sensitive peaks, eliciting a series of increasingly fervent moans from Lilith.

“Ahh! Mmmh… mmm…” Her moans grew louder and more desperate as Apollyon continued his teasing, each caress amplifying the pleasure coursing through her.

The churning sensation in her stomach became a powerful, all-consuming fire, making her feel intensely aroused and completely immersed in the moment.

"I've not even entered in you and you already are so turned on," Apollyon smirked.

"It's your effect on me," Lilith admitted and kissed his lips.