"Urrhh?" She whispered under her breath, surprised by his startling declaration.
'Did he just tell me to strip naked?' She proceeded to question herself.
He scuffed his foot as he removed his hands from his pants pocket. "You have to quit pretending." He began, and this time, his legs were already ripped up with Lilith.
As he stood right in front of Lilith, his gaze focused on her. "Stay still." He spoke, and as if his words were enchanted, Lilith felt her feet compelled to the ground.
His voice, deep and resonant, sliced through the shadows like a blade. "Lie down," he commanded, his words imbued with a commanding authority that reverberated in Lilith's bones.
Unable to resist his forceful presence, every nerve in Lilith's body works in accordance with his statement.
Her stiff legs began to move as she approached the bed, and she lay down like a starfish, her hands spread out on the soft mattress.
As Lilith lay down on the bed, the young man grinned warmly and closed the distance between him and her.
He placed his index finger on Lilith's cheek and softly trailed it down her neck.
Her body trembled as he touched her, and she wished to break free from the hypnosis that had forced her to remain still.
His index finger lingered tantalizingly above her chest, his gaze fixed on the swell of her breasts, hidden beneath the thin fabric of her gown.
With a smirk, his hand slipped beneath the neckline, gently guiding the garment downward to expose a hint of her bosom.
Though her bra obstructed his view, the tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage was enough to send a ripple of desire through him.
Amused by her assets, he continued his intimate exploration, eager to discover more of Lilith's hidden treasures.
He withdrew his hands from Lilith's chest and seized her legs, spreading them wide open on the bed.
Despite the darkness, he could glimpse Lilith's lovely thigh and could not wait to see what her secret grotto looked like.
He took a big breath and stepped aside, placing his hands inside his pants pocket. "Now, touch yourself down there," he commanded, his tone firm and insistent, "until you are ready for me." He added, his gaze unyielding.
Despite Lilith's beauty, he does not want to be the one to please her. He likes it when a girl takes joy in preparing herself for him.
Beside, he was a mad beast in bed.
Lilith, who was lying down on the bed like a starfish, stretched her hands aloft and waved them seductively in the wind before extending her hands towards her private parts.
Her legs were spread wide, and despite her desire not to touch herself, she felt her hands move on their own.
As her hand crept beneath her blue gown, Lilith bit her lower lips while injuring herself as blood gushed forth. The simple deed she had performed had caused her to regain control of herself as if she had burst out of a magical trance.
The young man expected Lilith's hands to dive beneath her gown, but to his amazement, Lilith withdrew her hands.
As she raised her hands into the air, her middle finger was up and the other fingers were folded.
"Fuck you pervert!" She spat and rose quickly from the bed. "What the hell did you think you placed inside your mouth that would make me touch myself in front of you?" She continued, her words icy and her crystal blue eyes glittering with rage.
"You speak?" The young man inquired, his brow furrowed as he gazed at Lilith, who was firmly standing by the bed.
It was at this moment Lilith realized that she was taking.
Stunned… 'Have I just spoken?' She pondered within herself.
She didn't expect herself to speak, and it was all very new to her. "Are you currently hearing my voice?" She asked the young man, her eyes widening in surprise as the sound of her voice echoed deep into her ear.
She had completely forgotten that she was upset a while ago since all she could think about was the fact that she could now communicate with her mouth.
At this moment, the mysterious young man was bewildered. He could swear he'd heard Lilith's voice before. 'Never! It cannot be her.' He replied to himself as he tried to push the thought away, but something deep lingered in his heart that told him that he knew Lilith.
"Didn't you send your portrait to my graveyard?" He inquired, growing increasingly suspicious.
The fact that he had compelled the young lady and she had broken out of the trance made him start interrogating her.
"How did you break free of the spell?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized every inch of her being. "What is it about you that defies my power?"
He tried to read the lady's mind but was unable to. "Who are you?" he demanded once more, his voice laced with an unyielding determination to uncover her secrets.
Lilith grinned and spat bitterly while pulling her hair that fell unto her face towards the side. "Are you certain you're not crazy? You're connected to Merlin who took my portrait and still, you dare to question me." She uttered, her blue eyes blazed with rage.
Lilith began to ponder for a while, her index finger in her mouth. "So you kidnapping me was what Merlin meant when he said I should have a good night? So, he paid you to sleep with me?" She inquired, although her sentence was more akin to musing than a direct question.
"Young lady. Are you th…" The young man wanted to question Lilith but his remarks died off when he recognised Lilith's face, and seeing it caused a tremendous frown to develop on his face. "Why are you here, little mortal?" He inquired, his voice chilly and full of disdain.
'Why was he disgusted?' Lilith ponders inside herself.
The man's anger flared up as Lilith refused to answer his question. His voice became cold and demanding as he asked her to give him an answer.
"I asked you a question," he seethed, his tone a frosty torrent of authority.
Lilith tossed her head back in a flippant display of insolence, her eyes rolling skyward with a scoff that seemed to mock the very idea of his authority.
She had no idea where the strange man was since she was surrounded with darkness, but she knew he was probably standing in front of her.
Lilith took an aggressive step with a sigh, and her hands, which were stretched out towards the air, seized the man's shirt hems.
'He seems quite tall.' She mumbled to herself before going on with what she planned.
Lilith voice sharp as a serpent's hiss, cut through the air. "Don't you dare issue me orders," she seethed, her defiance palpable in every syllable.
Now standing toe-to-toe with him, Lilith's lips curled into a smirk as she angled her head upwards, straining to peer into his face and despite the darkness of the room, she began seeking a glimpse of the man who commanded her fate.
"I have faced death countless times so you don't scare me, you freak." She spat and with that, she jumped upwards. "I'll hunt you down," Lilith added, an ominous smirk playing at the corner of her lips.
"What the hell!" The mysterious man muttered within himself in complete astonishment.