“It was the Egyptian Death and Afterlife exhibit that did it, wasn't it?” she whispers playfully in my ear, letting me grind the hard bulge in my jeans against her heat. Lilith's wearing the same flirty white dress she wore to the museum, and to tell you the truth, when pressed like this, it doesn't offer much coverage. “That did what, wonderful?” I whisper back, struggling to contain the surge of need in me. But hell, this is a different kind of beast that's roaring, less like a monster and more like, well an animal. The animal's needs, its motivations, those are easy to understand; they make
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