Ethan didn't answer with words.
He just gripped Lilith harder, fingers pressing deep into her thighs as his mouth returned to her chest. Every breath between them was hot now, every movement heavier, needier.
Her legs locked tighter around his waist.
Her body trembled again.
Seraphina, still beneath the table, didn't pause. Her mouth kept him on edge, driving him closer with slow, deliberate strokes.
But it was the rhythm of Lilith's hips that sent him over.
The soft, insistent push begged him not to stop or slow down.
He didn't.
Instead, his hands moved faster, his grip tighter, his tongue and lips devouring every inch of her breasts.
The air crackled between them.
Lilith's breath grew ragged, her fingers digging into his scalp.
"Don't stop," she whispered again.
Her words and the desperation in her voice drove him even harder. He could feel her trembling, hear the soft gasp in her throat as her legs shook.
"Right there."
And she was coming.
