Devilish secretary-Chapter 324 Evil doll 18+

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.

With care, Alexander hooked his fingers into the waistband and slid the fabric down. The breath caught in his throat the moment he saw her in the black lace beneath.

He exhaled slowly, reverently.

Then, lowering himself, he kissed the inside of her thigh.

Her body reacted before her mind could catch up shivering, tense, then melting. The contrast of his lips on her skin, the way his breath warmed the chill of the tent, it made her toes curl.

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He looked at her face again, as if searching for a final sign of hesitation but found only warmth and silent trust in her eyes. Slowly, his gaze drifted downward, lingering at the delicate curve of her panties. His eyes returned to hers once more, and she gave a small, breathless nod.

That was all the permission he needed.

His hands moved, slow but sure, slipping the last barrier away. His expression changed–no longer teasing, no longer soft. There was something darker now in the way he looked at her. Possessive. Hungry. Reverent.

He leaned down, his breath warm against her skin, and pressed a gentle kiss against the inside of her thigh. Her breath hitched as his lips trailed just above her knee, then higher, each touch sending little sparks through her nerves.

Then, with careful hands, he parted her legs.

"Beautiful..." he whispered, his voice barely audible as his eyes drank in the sight before him. It was the first time he’d ever seen a woman from this close..bare, open, vulnerable. And it wasn’t just curiosity in his gaze now... it was hunger. His lashes lowered, desire darkening his eyes as he leaned in.

Lilith gasped, her body jerking slightly when he slipped a finger inside her—slow and unhurried.

"You’re already so wet for me," he murmured with a smirk, his voice a low tease against her ear. Each gentle thrust of his finger made a soft, sinful sound that echoed between them, drawing a moan from her lips.

"Goodness, Alex—just do it already!" Lilith cried out, her voice laced with frustration, her body aching. Her fingers fisted the sheets as she glared at him, breathless. "You’re driving me insane."

He chuckled, wickedly amused by her helpless desire. "Patience, baby," he whispered, his finger suddenly still inside her. "Now tell me... what do you want?"

Lilith grit her teeth, her chest rising and falling fast, her pride warring with the heat coiling low in her belly. His stillness made her body throb in protest.

"I want you," she growled, glaring at him through half-lidded eyes.

"Ahh..." she moaned sharply, her back arching off the bed as his fingers moved faster, deeper, curling expertly inside her. The pressure hit just right...again and again sending jolts of pleasure racing up her spine.

His fingers were thick, long, and unforgiving, dragging along her sensitive walls with practiced skill. Each thrust was rougher than the last, coated in her wetness, filling the room with slick, obscene sounds that made her face burn and her thighs tremble.

"You like that?" he muttered, his voice rough and low against her neck. "The way my fingers stretch you open like this..."

She couldn’t even answer—her lips parted in a gasp as he added a second finger without warning, curling them hard against that spot that made her toes curl.

"Alex!" she cried out, half a moan, half a plea.

He growled softly at the sound of her voice breaking. "So needy," he said, his fingers pumping into her harder, faster, as if punishing her for every second she made him wait. "You’re dripping, baby. My hand’s soaked."

Lilith could barely breathe. The knot in her stomach was tightening fast, too fast. She reached for him, nails digging into his arm, her voice trembling. "Don’t stop... please, don’t stop."

Just when the pressure in her core was about to snap, her legs trembling, breath ragged, he suddenly pulled his fingers out, leaving her empty and throbbing.

"Ah—!" Lilith gasped, her back falling against the bed in frustrated shock. Her body trembled, the orgasm cruelly stolen at the edge.

"You evil doll," she growled through gritted teeth, glaring at him with eyes that burned with both lust and fury.

But Alexander only smirked, calm and maddeningly composed as he leaned over her. His eyes didn’t leave hers–not for a second as he raised his fingers to his lips and slowly licked them clean.

His tongue dragged over the length of his fingers with deliberate slowness, tasting her. "Sweet..." he murmured, his voice a dark, satisfied rumble. "Addictive."

Lilith’s breath hitched at the sight at the wicked hunger in his eyes, the dominance in his movements. Her nails curled into the sheets, her body still aching, still begging.

"I need more of you..." he whispered, his voice low and dark, like a promise laced with sin.

Then, slowly, he lowered himself between her thighs.

Lilith’s breath caught in her throat as she felt his warm breath ghost over her most sensitive spot. The way he exhaled slow, deliberate made her hips jerk, her body betraying her anger with desperate want.

"You’re evil," she hissed, gritting her teeth, her fists tightening against the sheets. "When you needed it, I helped you but you, Alexander... you’re a damn evil doll."

His smirk deepened as he looked up at her through heavy lashes. Her frustration, her flushed cheeks, the way her body trembled under his gaze, it thrilled him.

But he could also feel it now.

She wasn’t just frustrated, she was furious. Her eyes burned, her chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, and every word she spoke was edged with tension she couldn’t release.

Alexander paused, his lips just a breath away from her soaked core. For the first time in that heated moment, he took a second to really see her expression.

She wasn’t pouting. She was genuinely, beautifully angry.

And somehow... that made him want her even more.