[Rose's POV]
I'm so hot.
So thirsty.
My throat was dry, like it was burning from the inside.
There was an empty ache deep in my body. I couldn't explain it. I just needed... something.
Where am I?
Why am I here?
The last thing I remember is sitting in a bar booth. A friend handed me a drink.
Click.
The door opened. Then closed.
A tall figure walked in, the light behind him making it impossible to see his face.
He was quiet. Powerful.
Every step he took seemed to press the air tighter around me.
He walked toward the bed.
The mattress dipped under his weight.
He leaned down.
In the dim light, I saw his face.
Strong brows. Deep-set eyes.
That gaze was intense. Dark. Overwhelming.
His scent hit me—cedarwood with a hint of alcohol.
It made my skin burn hotter.
I tugged at the straps of my dress, uncomfortable in my own body.
The soft fabric rubbing against my overheated skin made me shiver.
He leaned closer. His breath tickled my cheek.
That unfamiliar warmth made my whole body melt.
"Is it you?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
"You drugged me?"
His hand gripped my chin and tilted my head up. His thumb brushed roughly against my lips.
That touch didn't sober me. It made the ache worse.
"No… it wasn't me…"
I opened my mouth to explain. But my tongue brushed against his finger.
He froze. His eyes turned darker.
And then—he kissed me.
It wasn't gentle. His mouth claimed mine.
My arms wrapped around his neck on their own.
A sound came from deep in his throat, low and primal.
I heard the rip of fabric.
My dress and underthings were torn away, tossed to the side.
His hands found my chest. His mouth followed.
Hot lips wrapped around sensitive skin.
He sucked hard, his tongue grazing over the tips with feverish need.
A strange numbness spread through me—painful, electric, addictive.
I trembled beneath him.
My hands pressed weakly against his shoulders. "No… don't…"
But he didn't stop. He moved lower.
Then he sat up and quickly undressed. I squirmed, aching for more without understanding why.
He took my hand and brought it to his arousal.
"Here. Touch me."
What I felt was hot, firm, and intimidating. It pulsed under my fingers.
Drawn in, I leaned down and took him into my mouth.
My movements were clumsy and unsure.
But his groan told me I was doing something right.
He pulled me up and laid me flat.
My body arched, waiting. He tore off the last barrier between us.
His body pressed down on mine. I felt him glide along my entrance, teasing.
Then the pressure increased.
He tried to ease in—only partway—and stopped, surprised.
"You're…?"
Before I could answer, he pushed in harder.
Pain shot through me. I cried out.
The sharp sting jolted me back to awareness—just for a moment.
Then the drug's haze returned. The discomfort faded.
All that remained was heat, a slow ache, and the strange, shameful pleasure that followed.
His movements grew faster. Deeper.
Each time he hit a certain spot, a wave of sensation rolled through me.
He gripped my waist and kept going, relentless.
I felt his lips press against the birthmark behind my ear. His whisper brushed against my skin.
"This little rose suits you… You're sensitive here."
"It's… not a tattoo…" I gasped. "It's a birthmark."
He kissed my neck again and again.
His heavy breathing filled the room, sending chills through me.
Every thrust, every movement, made me cry out.
I couldn't take it—and yet I wanted more.
When we finally reached the end, his body tensed above mine.
I felt the release—hot, deep, consuming.
He bit my neck gently, like he was claiming me.
My body arched, overwhelmed.
I shook and spasmed as the final waves rolled through me.
I collapsed beneath him, barely breathing.
But then—I felt him harden again.
My eyes widened. I tried to push him away.
He chuckled. Held me down.
"Lilith… Did you think that was all?"
Lilith?
My blood froze.
I'm not Lilith. I'm Rose.
Panic filled me.
"No, I'm not—"
He flipped me over. And I gasped.
"Ah—"
He laced his fingers through mine.
And kissed me again.
Deep. Possessive.
His tongue tangled with mine, stealing my breath, stealing my thoughts.
I lost myself again.
The sound of skin against skin echoed through the room.
He took me again. And again.
Until I could no longer think. Until I fell into unconsciousness.