Lilith paused and tilted her head, eyes curious. "Something wrong, birthday boy?" she asked, her voice dripping with playful innocence, though her gaze sparkled with mischief.
Alexander closed his eyes for a moment, trying to stay composed. "You're torturing me," he muttered, voice low and tight.
Lilith only smiled, her fingers gliding back up his chest, slow and teasing.
Unable to control the fire building inside him, Alexander flipped their positions in one smooth motion, his body pressing gently over hers as their warmth tangled beneath the thick blankets.
It was snowing outside, but he felt nothing but heat. She was the reason.
His eyes darkened as they roamed down her body, stopping at the edge of her loose pyjama pants. He leaned down, brushing his lips against her cheek.
"May I?" he asked softly, his voice deep and trembling with restraint.
Lilith nodded once, barely a whisper of motion but enough.
