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deathlesssamael:

Samael groaned and let his claws drag down her hips, not as deeply as he would in the past, but enough so that the skin turned red. He gave a hard thrust up, mouth moving greedily against her.

Lilith cried out loudly, her hips grinding down as she shouted his name. “Close, mulegna muem,” she bit out, working her hips faster. She could feel his arousal and it had her shivering. She bit down on her lip, hands moving to drag up her own body for his benefit.

Lilith moaned softly as he held her, her hands resting against his chest as she rocked against him. His mouth on hers had her panting as she sucked at his lip.

She cried out as she was filled with him. Gasping, she let her hand press up into her hair, crying out softly. “I missed you, too, my sweetest one.” She pressed her lips to his temple.

Lilith groaned again, nodding desperately. “I need you to take care of me, mulegna muem,” she panted to him.

Lilith leaned into his touch with a soft sigh, moving to bite at his neck and shoulder as her hips worked hard against Samael’s. She could feel him reacting and it had her giving a soft growl.

Lilith groaned before using their position to flip him onto his back so that she could roll her hips against his. Biting at his lip, she felt her conversational cylinders beginning to falter as her feral instincts to feed began to kick in. Her nails dragged down his chest hard, leaving welts.

Gasping softly at the attention to her neck, she ran her nails lightly over his back. She didn’t want to hurt him, but she did still get ahead of herself. Her legs curled around him, holding him tightly. Her skirt hiked up with the movement, which was likely all the better.

Lilith felt her breath catching as Samael touched her. Her hand came to cover his as he did so, keeping his fingers there. “She’s been very good, though I trust she’ll start to make me sick soon.” Pouting, she looked at him. “You are not allowed to leave again,” she told him, her hands slipping into his hair. “I don’t like our bed without you.”

Her fingers caught the hem of his shirt and dragged it up his body before removing the garment and throwing it away so that she could run her hands over his shoulders and back. The heat of him inflamed her.

“I was worried,” she panted softly, pressing a kiss to his temple as his lips moved over her skin. “I didn’t want to feed because I didn’t know if you were well.” Her hands were running over him steadily, trying to electrify his skin so that he would want her more. “I only fed once,” she explained further. 

As she said it, the hollowness in her stomach ate at her and she gave a sound of discontent.

Knowing that she needed him so badly was all it took to pique his bodies interest. He moved to lay her out on the bed, mouth dragging over her neck and down along her collar. 

“You didn’t bring me,” she breathed, pouting slightly as her hands ran over his chest. “Perhaps I would have enjoyed it.” By the heat of hell, being against him was incomparable to anything else. His mouth had her skin heating easily. It wouldn’t be difficult to arouse her physically right then, and his arousal would only feed hers. 

“I didn’t know that it would escalate like it did,” he apologized. “Next time, you will come with me.”

His presence both relaxed and adrenalised her. As he sat down, she found herself moving into his lap without thinking about it and as if it were the expected way to great him. Her hunger throbbed, after all, so her body could likely be reacting on instinct. Dropping her mouth to his neck, she began to bite at the skin softly.

“Where did you go, beloved?” she wanted to know.

Lilith had gotten used to feeling hungry and irritable without her mate. However, after two weeks with no word from him, she had gotten used to incessant panicking and anxiety. She hadn’t eaten, even though she should have. It had been far less than she needed. Their empty bed gave her anxiety as well and she hadn’t slept well as a result. She hadn’t had much energy lately to do anything because the thought of feeding with such an upset stomach had put her off.

Now, as she lay on their bed feeling wretched, the sound of his voice had her sitting up. “Beloved?” she called, voice high with need for him as well as with relief that he was home. 

Samael moved into the room where she called from, frowning slightly when he saw how she looked. Though she was always gorgeous, he could tell that she was strained - and that she had worried.

Aveira narrowed her eyes right back. “You and your son truly share so much.”