Lilith laid immobile and exhausted on the bed. The Leviathans body pressing on her was overheating her. She needed air, she needed space, she was overstimulated by her own skin. She wanted to crawl away from him, but at the same time she wanted to stay close to him. She'd never spent much time with him, but now. In this form after that sex. She wanted more. But she was afraid to give her heart away, afraid to stop hating men. Afraid of what it could mean for her. She would burn the world if another person she fell for hurt her.
Yet here she was laying in the bed with a monster in human flesh. And she didn't care the thing beside her devoured humans and immortals and creatures a like.
None of it matter. Utterly infatuated she was.
Just as him, he was completely under her spell.
"I need air." She found herself out of breath and hadn't realized until she struggled to speak.
