Page 172 of Devil Inside

He feels me enter. Feels me flood, overwhelming him, I am so certain of it. His breathing sharpens, a knife blade in the chest, a single gasp like a stab in his lungs.

Jordan is at the precipice of his own orgasm.

“Oh God...”

He’s going to come. Lose himself within us.

“Oh God...”

I hear Jordan call out for his god, his savior. I want his lips to wriggle over mine, worms mincing words, feeding off the same dead sentences over and over and over.

I want to hear him call out my name.

I am Lilith.

Lilith.

Mine is not a name that may draw down mercy, but rather stir up wrath. Enkindle indignation. Because when people fuck, they don’t call out the name of their lover.

They call out for God.

The second you come, the Lord’s name is on your lips. So you better start praying, Jordan. The gates of heaven are open at your mouth. God is with us, who hath shown His power! But when you pray, remember this: It’s reallymewho you’re beseeching.

So say my name.Say it.

“Lilith—”

Yes.

“Lilith!”

His spine tightens. He gasps. The tendons in his neck constrict, the cords like piano wire struck so hard, they release a painful note. But he doesn’t let go. Doesn’t stop. So near. So close.

One. Only one.

I feel him release inside my host, a diffusion of fluids, of ourselves, him into me and me into him, the two of us drifting, swirling, absorbing one another in one last frantic gasp. I am inside him and he is inside me. I am possessing him, inhabiting his body, and he’s possessing me, the two of us intertwined. I am within him. I explore the parameters of his flesh. His blood.There’s a destiny here. I feel free, free to inhabit him, to explore the very boundaries of his body, untapped, and in that moment, I know, I know what it’s like to be inside him—to be him. The very essence of his existence.

We are one now. Burning together. I have found a new, unexplored chamber in the heart. An untapped cavity in the body. A space to inhabit together.

To possess.

And for a moment, just one brief, blinding moment, we call him home.

How long Lilith is inside me is anyone’s guess. Seconds. A breath. Several breaths. An eternity. I don’t want it to end. I never want to lose this feeling. I want to live here.

Lilith’s back suddenly arches over, so suddenly, her ribs rising up from beneath her skin, I can’t help but wonder if they’re going to grab me.

Her hips buckle. Limbs bend back. This is not human. The orgasm that racks through her body sends her arms twining into ragged angles that resemble a washed-up spider. A spasming arachnid, the orgasm shivering through all its limbs.

I feel her come again and I’m not so far behind. I let go. I lose myself in her. Release. It’s like the heavens opening.

Or maybe it’s hell.

Who knows?

Who cares.

It feels fucking incredible. That’s all that matters. This moment. Right now.