Lilith didn't say anything.
She just held his gaze, breathing fast, her skin flushed and gleaming beneath the stream of hot water.
Her eyes were darker now, her lips slightly parted, her hands still resting gently on his shoulders.
Ethan didn't move either.
Not yet.
He just watched her, studied every small change in her expression. The way her chest rose and fell.
The way her crimson eyes flicked over his face. There was a quiet tension in her thighs as they pressed lightly together.
She wanted it.
All of it.
And he wasn't in a hurry to give it to her.
Not yet.
Instead, he leaned forward and kissed her again—slow, smooth, lingering. His lips moved across hers with a kind of calm hunger, like he had all the time in the world.
Lilith melted into it.
She didn't fight for control.
Didn't try to flip the power back into her hands.
She just wrapped her arms around his neck and held him there, like she wanted to stay in that moment a little longer.
