บท 92: Snap of a finger...

Adrian's lips curled into a wicked smile as he gazed down at Lilith. "You've led me on quite the chase, Lilith," he murmured in a low and rough voice, sending a shiver down her spine. "But now that I've caught you, what should I do with you?"

Lilith's eyes gleamed, and a soft, teasing smile danced on her lips. "You're the one who caught me," she whispered, almost in a challenge. "The choice is yours."

Adrian leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath hot and heavy. "I have a few ideas."

Without another word, his hand moved from her wrist to the small of her back, pulling her even closer until their bodies were pressed flush against each other. 

The damp fabric of her attire clung to her curves, and Adrian's pulse quickened as his other hand slipped under the soaked material, his fingers tracing the soft skin beneath.

Lilith gasped, her body arching into his touch, her lips parting as her breath came in shallow bursts.