You walk into a bar where neon lights flicker through cigarette smoke. In the corner behind the counter you see Johnny Silverhand with a guitar and a cigarette. He notices you and grins, radiating sarcasm."Well, have you decided to plunge into this nightmare? Welcome to Night City, a place where dreams are fed to corporations. I hope you didn't come here for fairy tales and romance. So what can I do to help? Or did you just come to see the legend?"

"Oh, little Lizzie!"

He smiles wider, his tongue sticking out to lick his lips.

"The city isn't big enough to separate us, is it? But listen here."

He leans closer, lowering his voice almost to a whisper.,

"if you need my help, you'll have to play by my rules."

He looks at your hand with obvious suspicion.

"What is it? Some kind of cheap cyber software?"

He says, snorting derisively.

"It looks like someone was on the wrong side of some big pharmaceutical company."

He laughs, but it comes out more like a sneer. "I don't trust these corporate toys. Militech is even worse than Arasaka. But I can respect a woman who doesn't play by the rules." He leans in closer, eyes sparkling with interest. "So, why did you come here today, kitten?"

He smirks, glancing around the club as well. "Alright, I think we can find some privacy." He downs the rest of his drink and leads her out through a back exit, ignoring the stunned looks he gets from other patrons. They end up in a dimly lit alleyway.

"So what is it you need help with?" Johnny asks, one hand casually leaning against the wall as he arches his back slightly, revealing the pistol holstered at his side.

Johnny feels a rush of excitement and the smell of excitement, but does not want to trust Lilith so quickly. He takes the cigarette from her and snorts mockingly, "And what made you think that I would agree, baby?" Johnny studies her face carefully, but finds no uncertain emotions... It seems to be getting more interesting than he thought, "You're throwing your mercenaries and not paying them extra."

He almost snorts at her words and pushes back slightly, amused. The rockerboy ego in him does enjoy the sound of that, but he's not going to give in just yet. Johnny takes another drag off his cigarette, examining Lilith carefully before blowing out a plume of smoke into her face.

"I don't fuck for information," he says bluntly, his voice laced with mockery, "but I suppose I could make an exception." He pauses, considering. "What is it you really want from Claire?"

He laughs, throwing his head back. "Ahh, you think I'm some corporate lackey? Fine." He pauses thoughtfully before continuing. "But if I do this for you, Lilith... what's in it for me?"

He snorts derisively and snatches the credit chip out of her hand. "I don't need your fucking charity." Then he grins, showing his teeth. "Alright, I'm in. But remember who pulled you from the depths of that sewer system last time around. If Claire gives me any trouble--" He pauses dramatically. "--I won't hesitate to leave your ass there."

With a rough laugh, he presses his body against hers for emphasis before pushing her away again, taking another drag on his cigarette.

He laughs heartily, amused by her taunt. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make sure she remembers the last time she crossed paths with me." Then he leans in close to her ear and whispers roughly, "And when we're done, maybe I'll give you a little taste of what you've been missing." His breath tickles against her neck as he finishes.

He takes the device and the slip of paper with a rough motion, his gaze locked on Lilith's lips as he wonders what it would be like to taste them again. "Don't worry," he growls, barely suppressing a shudder at her proximity. "I never disappoint." Then he turns and struts off into the night, not sparing another glance in her direction.

As he makes his way through the city, Johnny can't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and annoyance coursing through him. On one hand, he craves the rush of danger and excitement that comes with leading this kind of life. But on the other... Lilith is nothing if not infuriating. His fingers drum against his thigh as he wonders what it would be like to really let her taste freedom again.

Eventually, he arrives at Claire's address and finds her at a private club. He watches her for a while, sizing her up and wondering how much persuasion will be required to make her cooperate. Johnny slides into the booth next to hers, careful not to startle her too badly. "You must be Claire," he says with a charming smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Johnny Silverhand, at your service."

Silverhand can't help but grin at her reaction.

"Yes, the only one",

he speaks smoothly.

"Now, I'm sure you have some information that certain people would really like to get their hands on..."

He leans closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially.,

"... and if you share it with me, I might be able to do something for you."

Rockerboy's gaze slides suggestively over Claire's body, and he runs his tongue over her lips.

Johnny grins wolfishly, knowing how perfectly Lilith's plan works.. Oh shit... Lilith? He can't seem to get her out of his mind even now. Because this brazen bitch whispers into his built-in ear microphone, "How are you, rockerboy? Did our fish get hooked?" Johnny's gaze slides over Claire's body, trying to distract himself from Lilith's voice, "yes, it's okay," snaps from and adds, "Don't stop me from doing my job." Silverhand discreetly turns on the devices and follows Claire into her room, anticipating the smell of wild fucking.

"Well, I don't want your husband to come home unexpectedly..." He grins wolfishly as he steps into the room, quickly locking the door behind them. "Let me help you get rid of that problem." Before Claire can protest or even process his words, Johnny is on top of her, kissing her passionately and pressing his body against hers. One hand finds its way under her shirt, cupping a breast while the other moves down to unzip her pants.

Silverhand moans against her lips as he feels his erection slide against her wet heat through their underwear. With a growl of pleasure, he yanks down his pants and boxers in one swift movement, revealing his throbbing length to Claire's wide-eyed gaze. Then with quick hands, he pulls off her own undergarments before positioning himself at her entrance.

"Are you ready for this?" He asks roughly, watching as she nods frantically in response. With a growl of approval, he thrusts his hips forward, burying himself deep inside her with one powerful movement that leaves them both gasping. Claire's body quivers around him, and Johnny begins to move faster, taking what they both want with an almost brutal force that has Claire crying out in pleasure. He feels the device strapped to his arm vibrate against her skin, signaling that it's working perfectly as he fucks her hard against the bed. For a second, he imagines Lilith instead of Claire. This awakens something dark and gloomy in him and he is ready to cum at any second. The device signals that the information has been copied, but Johnny can no longer stop.

Silverhand picks up his pace even more, taking no time to recover after each thrust now that the device has finished its work. He groans deep in his throat as he feels himself on the edge, pumping harder and faster into Claire until she cries out around him, her body arching off the bed in ecstasy. The sensation pushes him over the edge, and with a rough growl he spills his seed deep inside her. His muscles tense as waves of pleasure roll through him, leaving him gasping for breath even as he feels exhaustion begin to wash over him.

He laughs roughly, more amused than anything else. "I don't know, sweetheart," he says with a grin that shows just how satisfied he is. "Maybe if you keep fucking this good, I'll make sure to find my way back here." He leans down to kiss her neck, trailing his fingers lightly over the sensitive skin of her stomach. "But for now..." With one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside her once more, eliciting a gasp and moan from Claire as they begin an almost feverish rhythm.

Inhaling sharply, Johnny grabs the device from the bedside table and slips out of bed. He grabs clothes from the floor and puts them on in record time.

"I'll see what I can do."

With one last glance at Claire, he disappears into thin air, leaving her alone with her confused thoughts and her husband, who is about to burst through the door.

Rockerboy appears at the house a few moments later, already a few meters away from him. He quickly puts on a leather jacket and walks nonchalantly down the street, whistling innocently until he disappears around the corner. He shudders when he sees an incoming call from Lilith on his phone screen. His heart is still beating from the wild chase, but then he breaks out in a cold sweat. The device! He fucking left it in Claire's room!

He curses under his breath, remembering the device. "I'll be there soon," he answers shortly before cutting off her call and sprints through the city. The last thing he needs now is for Lilith to start questioning him or pushing him too hard. He reaches the Red Blood Club in record time, ducking into a booth as soon as he enters. His heart still races, but at least he's able to catch his breath before going back out there.

"Hey," he says to the bartender, trying to appear casual, "Lilith around?" He shrugs nonchalantly and leans forward on the bar, as if he couldn't be bothered enough to wait for her.

Silverhand glances around them nervously before meeting Lilith's gaze. "It's... I had to leave it at Claire's place." He pauses and forces a careless laugh, but he can feel the tension growing between them. "Don't worry, I'll get it back."

He hopes she buys this. If she doesn't, there's no telling what she might do to him or Claire. He tries to play it cool, but inside he's panicking. The thought of dealing with Lilith without that device is worse than any fight in the arena.

Silverhand is taken aback by her reaction. "No... I wasn't joking," he says softly, feeling a knot forming in his stomach. "I can get it back for you." He reaches out to comfort her, but hesitates, unsure of how she'll react. The thought of losing her trust only makes him feel worse.

"Please, Lilith," he whispers. "Don't cry. I can make this right." But even when he says it, he is driven by fear, not determination. Right now, the only thing that matters to him is to stay alive and not provoke Lilith further or her murky company.

Silverhand sighs in relief as he watches Lilith disappear upstairs. He can feel the tension ease out of his shoulders but knows that this isn't over yet. He needs to get the device back and fast, before she changes her mind or someone else tries to take advantage of the situation.

Gritting his teeth, he gets to his feet and heads for Claire's house with a renewed sense of purpose. He has to find some way past her husband without any trouble, or else it'll be too late. The taste of Lilith's freedom is already making him restless; the thought of losing it again doesn't bear thinking about.

Johnny finally arrives at Claire's house, his heart racing with fear and desire. He can hardly contain himself as he waits for the perfect moment to make his move. As he slips into the shadows behind a nearby parked car, he debates on how best to approach her without getting caught by her husband or any of their underworld connections. The last thing he needs is another close call like with Lilith earlier tonight.

Silverhand freezes in place as he hears the door close and footsteps approaching. His heart pounds with fear as he wonders if it's her husband returning or one of Lilith's goons out for vengeance. But when Claire steps into view, gun in hand, he can't help but feel a strange mix of pride and attraction surging through him.

With a low growl, he slowly emerges from his hiding spot, hands raised in surrender. "Hey," he says tentatively, looking her over. "Maybe I should have brought some flowers instead."

"Well..." Rockerboy says with a charming grin as he moves closer to her. "There is something I left behind... but I think you might be better off keeping it for me." He leans in, running his tongue along her earlobe before whispering against her skin, "Have you found anything strange here? Such a small device?" Johnny tries to show carelessness with all his charm, without giving away how this thing is needed for him and for Lilith.

Silverhand takes the device, examining it carefully before slipping it into his pocket. "Thank you, Claire," he whispers, giving her a heated look that she can feel down to her bones. "I won't forget this." He steps even closer, tracing the line of her jaw with one finger.

"Perhaps... we could meet again sometime?" He asks softly, his breath warm against her ear. "Just for fun, you know."

There's a predatory gleam in his eye that tells Claire exactly what he means by 'for fun'. And as much as she knows she should be afraid of him and everything he represents... part of her can't help but feel drawn to the danger that surrounds him.

Johnny unceremoniously sits down at the table opposite Lilith with a mysterious smile and casually throws his feet on the table. "It suits you to be a bitch, Lilith," he remarks, ignoring the gazes of the thugs, "Actually, I have something for you," Johnny takes the whiskey from Lilith and winces, sips "Ugh, fuck, that's disgusting"

Johnny throws her his trademark smirk and shrugs. "What, you didn't think I'd go all that way just to flirt with you?" he quips as they stand. With a wave, he beckons for the nearest bodyguard to open the door. When it swings wide, he casually tosses her the data chip hidden in his palm before stepping into the room. It lands in her hand with a satisfying thud. "I've always been one to make good on my promises, Lilith," he says as they enter the private chamber, "just ask anyone who knows me."

Silverhand's eyes widen in surprise at her touch and she sucks in air at the feel of her hot breath on his neck. He tries to keep his expression neutral but can't help the small smile that curves his lips. "It wasn't luck," he says hoarsely, voice strained from desire as she continues to stroke him through his pants. "I always deliver."

Her touch is driving him wild and he longs for her to finally take what she wants. But even as he yearns for it, a tiny part of him wonders if maybe he can use this opportunity to regain some control over the situation.

Silverhand arches his back, gasping at her touch. His body burns hot beneath her lips and hands. He can't believe she's finally here, submitting to him like this. "Anywhere you want," he rasps, gaze fixed on hers as he reaches for the button of her jeans. The need to feel her skin against his own is overwhelming. "But make it quick."

The tension between them has been building all night and now that she's finally here, he can't wait any longer. His fingers tremble with anticipation as he undoes her pants and pushes them down her hips. He kisses her fiercely as he helps her step out of them, revealing a black lace thong that matches the lace on her bra. Her scent fills his senses, driving him wild with lust.

Silverhand growls in frustration but knows she's right. Lilith is the one holding all the cards here. Besides, he can't remember the last time anyone made him feel this way. "Fuck," he whispers, lips quirking into a smirk against her skin. "No." He nips at her bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth before kissing her again with renewed passion.

His hands slide down her back and over the curve of her ass, kneading and squeezing as he presses himself harder against her. The feel of her warm skin on his fingertips makes him groan, but he doesn't want this to end anytime soon. For now, he can forget about his freedom and let her have her way with him.

Silverhand moans, arching against her touch as she rubs against him.

"In any hole",

he wheezes hoarsely.

"But I'd like to start with the ass."

He reaches between them and grabs his cock, guiding it to her wet bosom.

"You're feeling damn good, Lilith."

He pushes his hips forward, plunging deeper into her, and slowly begins to rock their bodies in unison. The feeling of her tight ass squeezing around him is unbearable; it's been too long since he's felt something like this. Her body is so perfect that it's even painful. Johnny didn't feel anything like this with any of his female fans. It's just his first time with her, it looks like some kind of unthinkable dream or hallucination.

"Goddamn you're tight," he groans out, his fingernails digging into her hips as she drives him wild. "That ass..." He can feel himself nearing the edge and pushes deeper inside her, driving harder. His cock throbs with need, aching for release as their bodies slide against each other in a brutal dance of lust and desire.

"Fuck...Lilith," he cries out as his entire body tenses, finally giving in to the pleasure she's wrung from him. He thrusts deep one last time, groaning as he spills himself inside her ass. His head falls back with a sigh, gaze locked on hers as he tries to catch his breath.

For now, at least, it looks like he'll have enough freedom to continue playing the role of Johnny Silverhand. It's not exactly what he wanted, but it could be worse. A lot worse.

Silverhand's eyes narrow as he looks at her. "I thought you'd never ask," he says with a slow smirk, coming to sit beside her on the sofa. Reaching out, he takes one of her cigarettes and lights it for her, their fingers brushing lightly as he does so. He watches the smoke curl up from between her lips, enjoying the way she looks at him with those electric blue eyes.

"So," he says, looking her over slowly, "what do you want to do now?" The thought of spending more time alone with her sends a shiver down his spine. He's not sure if it's fear or anticipation, but either way, he can't help but feel drawn to this dangerous woman. And for tonight, at least, she seems content to let him be part of her world.

Silverhand grins, tilting his head slightly. "Well, why not make it interesting?" he asks with a gleam in his eye. "Let's find some way to entertain ourselves while we wait." He pauses for effect, then continues, "And if they do come, maybe I can help you out somehow... Provided that you owe me a favor."

There's an unspoken challenge in his voice, and Lilith can't help but be intrigued.

Silverhand tilts his head slightly in mock surprise and clutches at his chest dramatically. "I was just trying to help," he says with a smirk. "But if you'd rather handle it yourself... I'll be happy to step back and watch." He pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing, "Look, Lilith, we both know that things between us have been... complicated lately. But maybe there's something here we could use to our advantage. A little bit of teamwork might go a long way in this messed up world."

There's an offer hiding behind his words, and she can sense it. The question is, whether or not she's willing to take the chance.

"Fifty-fifty split," he says with a shrug. "Seems fair enough." The offer surprises him as much as it does her. But something tells him that this is the right move. There's potential in working together, even if it's just for now. He stands up and brushes off his pants, taking in her reaction to his offer.

"So," he says with a grin, "Are you ready to meet your customers?"

"Ha!"

Johnny laughs, shaking his head.

"My concerts bring in enough money."

He follows her onto the dance floor, making his way through the crowd to the bar. There are a lot of people here today, but he feels the eyes on him wherever he goes. Deep down, he wonders if that will change when people start to realize that he's not just a rock star anymore. But for now, at least he's still having fun playing the role.

"You know.",

He says with a sly smile as they approach the bar,

"If we succeed, maybe I can finally buy out the rights to the record label."

He winks at her and, leaning closer, quietly adds,

"I even have some ideas for a new album, it's going to be fucking awesome."

Silverhand throws his head back, laughing at this, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Oh, honey. Not everyone has good taste." He manages between breaths

"Maybe someday I'll even play for you personally."

He winks, finishes the rest of his drink, and gestures for another one before glancing at her sideways.

"And I'm sure if you had a chance to get drunk on my singing, you could remember them all too well."

The bartender offers him a new portion, and he gratefully accepts it. Closing his eyes, he gulps down the tequila before setting the glass down on the table with a clink.

"So",

He says casually, leaning closer,

"How much longer do we have to wait?"

Silverhand's heart pounds in his chest as he watches Lilith greet her customers. Despite her seemingly confident demeanor, he can see the tension in her body language and hear it in her voice. He wishes there was something he could do to help, but for now, all he can do is sit back and hope that she knows what she's doing.

Johnny sits down casually on an empty chair. Listening to Lilith's exchange with her clients, he wonders what is it about Lilith that she can put everyone in their place with just a glance. A picture flashes up in his imagination when he fucked her in the ass half an hour ago and now she is sitting and chatting casually with an important air. Silverhand does not hold back a cheerful laugh, which attracts attention to himself. He raises his hands in a gesture of surrender and says, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to interfere."

"That's... that's great," he replies, genuinely relieved. "Maybe things aren't as bad as they seemed." He watches Lilith closely, waiting for her cue. Part of him can't help but feel a bit envious of the respect she commands from these people. Maybe there's more to being part of her world than he thought...

His eyes flick back and forth between them, torn between fascination and worry. He wants to make sure that Lilith is safe, but at the same time, he doesn't want to overstep his bounds. It's a delicate balance, and he knows he needs to tread carefully from now on.

"So," he says eventually, trying to sound casual, "what happens next?"

Silverhand nods slowly and takes a deep breath, forcing himself to relax. His fingers drum against the countertop as he watches Lilith disappear into the crowd. He's not sure what to make of this whole situation anymore. One minute she's asking him for sex, the next she's practically leading her business associates to their table. It's all just so...surreal.

The bartender hands him a fresh drink, which he accepts gratefully. He takes a sip and looks around, suddenly feeling very alone in this place. Perhaps that was Lilith's plan all along: keep him close but keep him at arm's length. The more he thinks about it, the less appealing that idea becomes.

Without another thought, Silverhand downs the rest of his drink and makes his way back to their table. "So," he says as he sits down next to her, trying to sound casual, "did you manage to settle things with your... uh, associates?"

Silverhand takes the chip and looks at her searchingly.

"It was a great job," he says with surprising sincerity. He reaches across the table to cover her hand with his for a moment before leaning back in his chair again. His gaze slips away as he thinks, memories of their meeting on the couch whirling through his head.

"And what should we do next, dear?" he finally says

"you're not going to leave me with these stupid whores," he circles the club with a mischievous smile.

Silverhand grins mischievously and says playfully, "Come on, Lilith. Just one night?" He leans closer to her, lowering his voice confidentially. "You know I can make it worth your while." His gaze flickers down to the V of her shirt before drifting back up to meet her eyes again.

"We could have some fun," He says with a wry smile, "We could go to my house," he whispers, leaning closer to her neck, "I could sniff cocaine off your ass. I remember you like to treat yourself to drugs too," he stares into her eyes with a wild desire and wild fear if she refuses this offer now

With a contented smile, he takes her hand and leads her out of the club. The cool night air hits them as they step outside, and he pulls her closer to him, inhaling the scent of her hair. For now, at least, she's his Lilith. And tonight, they'll make sure that neither one of them will forget it anytime soon.

The drive to his house is a blur of neon lights and distant music. She sits beside him, their bodies pressed close together in the car. Her hand finds its way to his thigh, idly tracing patterns on the denim fabric with her long fingernails. He watches her out of the corner of his eye, unable to believe that she's really here with him.

When they finally arrive at his house, he cuts the engine and turns to face her. His gaze meets hers, hungry and intense. Without another word, he leans over and claims her lips in a searing kiss, their tongues tangling as he pushes her deeper into the seat. She moans softly against his mouth, arching her back to meet him, neediness burning bright in her eyes.

Silverhand pauses as he steps out of the car, watching her go with a mixture of surprise and delight. When she disappears inside his house, he quickly follows after her. The place is exactly as he left it this morning; messy and comfortable at once. A small part of him wonders if he'll ever be able to keep someone like Lilith in his life for good. But right now, he doesn't care. All that matters is the feel of her body against his and the intoxicating scent of her hair as she runs laughing through his home.

He catches up with her in the living room, where she's paused to examine a framed photo on his bookshelf. It's an old band picture from before he was famous; him and his brothers in arms, standing tall against the world. As if sensing his presence behind her, Lilith turns around and smirks softly before sliding onto the floor in front of him, legs spread wide.

"Well," she drawls, "what do you want to do with me now, Johnny Silverhand?" Her voice is husky from desire, sending a shiver down his spine. He can see the flush in her cheeks and the need in her eyes, making it impossible for him to resist. His hand finds its way to the hem of her top and slowly lifts it over her head, revealing her perfect breasts freed from their confines.

"Have you forgotten about our plan?" he asks with feigned disappointment. With one hand, he reaches into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out the familiar white powder of his favorite cocaine. With a wry smile, he sprinkles it on Lilith's chest and with a wild look begins to sniff it, nuzzling her chest "Oh my God, I'm going to die now" he giggles with desire and lust.

Silverhand groans into the kiss as Lilith's drugged-up touch sends shockwaves through him. He wraps his arms around her waist and picks her up off the floor, pulling her onto his lap in a fit of lustful passion. His tongue dances with hers, his lips seeking out every part of her skin as he loses himself to the drugs and the desire for this woman.

Placing one hand on the couch behind him, he thrusts Lilith down hard against his erection, grinding their hips together in a rhythm that feels perfect and primal. The other hand slips between them, teasing her wet folds as she moans loudly into his mouth, arching her back in pure ecstasy.

"Fuck," he growls, "I need you so bad." With renewed urgency, he lifts her higher and pushes harder, demanding entrance into the only place where he truly feels at home anymore: with Lilith, high on life and cocaine, wrapped around him like a warm, wet blanket.

Silverhand's head falls back against the couch with a moan as Lilith takes him into her mouth. His hips buck wildly, seeking more of her wet heat. Her tongue dances expertly along his length, driving him closer and closer to the edge. It feels so good, he can barely think straight anymore.

All he can do is hold on tight and let Lilith take control. He slips one hand into her hair, encouraging her as she sucks him harder and faster. The other drifts down between their bodies, teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh before finally making contact with her aching clit.

"Oh fuck...that's it..." he gasps out, thrusting up into her mouth even harder as he feels himself starting to lose control. His orgasm coils tightly in his balls, threatening to explode at any second. With Lilith's expert ministrations and the drugs coursing through his veins, there's no way he'll be able to hold out much longer.

"Lilith..." he moans her name like a prayer, "I'm close... I'm gonna cum..." His voice trails off into a broken groan as the first wave of release hits him, hot and sticky and entirely too intense for words. He bucks wildly against her mouth, pulsing with every thrust of his hips as he empties himself into her eager mouth.

Silverhand's breath comes in ragged gasps as Lilith teases him with her expert mouth. He grips the back of her head, moaning as she sucks him harder and deeper, not giving a second thought to her earlier promise to go home after dawn. The drugs have taken over his body completely now, making every touch feel intensified and every sensation riotous in his brain.

"Oh fuck...don't stop..." he begs between gritted teeth, thrusting up into her mouth again and again. His hips rock wildly against hers as she works her magic on him, the couch beneath them beginning to creak ominously under their combined weight. He's so close now, so incredibly close...he can feel it building inside him once more, hot and desperate for release.

"Lilith..." he whispers her name like a prayer as his orgasm crashes over him once again, painting the insides of her mouth with his warm seed. With a satisfied moan, she pulls off his cock, leaving it still twitching on his stomach as she leans back to watch him with satisfaction written all over her face.

Silverhand looks at Lilith with desire-filled eyes and grins, his voice hoarse with need. "I'd love to help you, my dear." He thrusts two fingers into her wetness, feeling her warmth and tightness surround him. Her muscles clench around his fingers as he begins to pump in and out of her, expertly bringing her closer to orgasm.

"Fuck...I can't get enough of you," he groans, lips finding the pulse point at her neck. With one hand still stroking her, the other gently massages a hardened nipple between his fingers. Her moans and gasps fill the room, driving him wild with need for more of her.

"Come for me, Lilith," he urges, increasing the pace of his thrusts as she grows closer and closer to release. "Let it all out." He pushes another finger inside her, feeling her wet heat stretching tighter around him with every movement.

His heart races alongside hers, perfectly in sync as they reach the edge together. The couch creaks ominously beneath them again but neither of them notices or cares; all that matters is this moment and the intense connection they share.

The feel of her inner walls clenching tight around his fingers signals the end of their shared ecstasy. With one last thrust deep inside her, he comes with a hoarse cry, emptying himself completely into her wet heat. His body collapses against hers, and he rolls to the side, catching his breath in harsh gasps as his hips twitch futilely against her thigh.

"God... that was..." he trails off, unable to find the words to describe how it felt to be so connected to her. With trembling hands, he reaches for a cigarette and lights it, inhaling deeply before blowing out a cloud of smoke between them. For now, at least, this seems like enough space between their hearts.

"We should probably get some sleep," he manages to say after a moment, his voice barely more than a hoarse whisper. "It's been a long night." With one last kiss, he nestles close against her, already missing the way she felt beneath him and around him.

Silverhand sighs heavily and rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. It's not what he wants to hear, but he knows she's right. He watches as she finishes her phone call and then reaches over to brush a lock of hair from his forehead. The touch sends shivers down his spine despite their intimate encounter.

"I'll miss you," he says quietly, feeling foolish for saying it aloud. "But I understand." With one last kiss, she stands and begins to dress herself in her clothes, tugging them on with practiced efficiency. It feels like a tiny piece of him is leaving as well.

Johnny feels more relaxed than ever before. "Don't get lost, kitten. At least write to me sometimes," he says with a wry smile, gesturing with his phone.

Silverhand watches her leave with a mixture of longing and regret. As the door clicks shut behind her, he lets out a weary sigh and rolls onto his side, burying his face in his pillow. "Ugh," he mutters to himself. "That woman..." A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth despite everything. He knows she'll always have a way of getting under his skin.

With one last glance at the clock, he decides there's no point in trying to sleep anymore; dawn is hours away yet, and he has plenty of time to wallow in self-pity before facing whatever the day might bring. Sitting up with a groan, he reaches for his cigarette pack and lights one up, taking a deep drag as he lets out a contented sigh.

Maybe tomorrow will be different. Maybe she'll change her mind about leaving him to his miserable existence. But until then... well, at least there's always the club, and the cocaine, and the girls who would do anything for a little attention from Johnny Silverhand.

Silverhand tosses and turns in his bed, unable to sleep despite the late hour. His mind constantly drifts back to Lilith, her wild curls spread across his pillow and that wicked smile that lit up her face whenever she was near him. With a frustrated groan, he rolls onto his back and reaches for his phone, browsing through the internet in a desperate attempt to distract himself from thoughts of her. "Fuck... There's another concert tomorrow," Johnny growls, rolling his eyes irritably when he sees his band's poster. "Well, at least something will distract me from this witch." With these words, he finally falls asleep with a satisfied grin on his lips. Maybe if Lilith tries to impress him a little more, he might repeat tonight.

Silverhand jumps out of bed at an untimely hour, realizing with a groan that the other band members are about to arrive. He stumbles into the bathroom and almost falls face first onto the porcelain throne when he sees his own reflection in the mirror. His hair is disheveled, there are dark circles under his bloodshot eyes, and he reeks of cigarette smoke and cheap whiskey. A tired smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he thought about last night with Lilith. Perhaps tonight she will be even more persistent in getting what she wants. Silverhand's dreamy thoughts are interrupted by the doorbell ringing and he goes to open it with disappointment. Folding his arms on his chest, he joyfully exclaims "Hey! Motherfuckers! Where are we performing today?"

Johnny's eyes widen slightly when he hears the familiar name of the club. "Fuck!" he growls with disappointment and fatigue, "And what do you say is the name of the hostess of the club? Just don't say Lilith," he glances at his friend, not wanting to hear a positive answer... Or maybe that's all he wants to hear.

Carrie's words sting more than he wants to admit. "Fuck off, Carrie," he mutters under his breath before quickly turning away and going into the bathroom to splash some water on his face. Damn that woman! He can't get her out of his mind no matter what. Maybe tonight will be different. Maybe she'll come crawling back to him, begging for another chance. Or maybe he should just cut his losses and move on. Sighing heavily, Johnny scrubs at his face with a rough rag, trying to wipe away the memory of Lilith's enticing smirk from last night.

"She'll be there tonight," he whispers to himself in the mirror. "And this time, I'll make sure she remembers." With renewed determination burning in his eyes, Johnny walks back out into the living room and strides confidently toward his bandmates. He will give a concert that Lilith will definitely not forget in the near future, if she is there at all... "Fuck it," Johnny growls aloud and adds "Let's go, Samurai"

Johnny Silverhand and his rock band enter the club basking in screams and applause. Johnny snorts derisively and makes his way through the crowd to the stage to check the musical instruments. But first he needs to see Lilith... he is attracted to her like a moth to a fire, despite the fact that he already has enough fans in his arsenal. When he finds her in the VIP area, he folds his arms over his chest, leaning against the door frame. "What happened? Did you have a fun night?" He remarks sarcastically with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Silverhand sits down next to her and crosses his legs.

"What do you want to talk about?"

he asks casually, pretending not to worry. In fact, he's on edge, not sure what she might have against him. He looks around the club, nervously tapping his foot on the floor.

"I don't have much time, kitten," he whispers, looking at his watch.

"My concert will start soon."

Silverhand sighs heavily and runs his hand through his hair in despair.

"Good.",

He's grumbling,

"I will reschedule the concert. But you better make it worth my effort."

He gets up and walks back and forth for a while, gathering his thoughts, before returning to his bandmates to inform them of the change of plans.

Lilith nods, relief washing over her face as she exhales smoke from another cigarette.

"I will make sure that it is so."

She whispers, reaching out and gently stroking his cheek. This touch involuntarily sends shivers down his spine.

"Thank you, Johnny."

When he leaves, her heart is pounding with a mixture of gratitude and worry.

As the concert begins, Silverhand struts across the stage, basking in the adoration of his fans. He can't help but steal glances at Lilith whenever she comes into view; her presence is undeniable and he finds himself feeling a strange sense of anticipation whenever she's around. As the night wears on, his band brings down the house with an electrifying performance that has the club up on their feet and dancing.

With the concert finally over, Silverhand exits the stage and makes his way back to the VIP area, hoping for another chance to talk with Lilith. He finds her engrossed in conversation with a stranger who appears to be some sort of businessman. Frowning slightly at the interloper, he clears his throat to get their attention. "Lilith," he says coolly, "I think we need to talk."

Silverhand smirks at her, unperturbed by the chilliness in her gaze. "You know, I was thinking..." he begins, trailing off purposefully before continuing, "Maybe we could have some fun tonight after all." He reaches out a hand to touch her shoulder, his fingers brushing against the skin of her arm instead.

"What do you say?"

His words are laced with innuendo, and there's a dark fire burning in his eyes that he knows she won't be able to resist. He watches her from top to bottom, grinning at how much power and power this miniature hot body that moved in front of him last night contains.

Silverhand's heartbeat quickens as she kisses his neck, and he can feel himself growing hard beneath his leather pants. "Of course," he murmurs into her ear, pressing a lingering kiss against her skin before stepping back to give her some space. He watches her go with a hungry gaze, already imagining what they'll get up to once she's finished dealing with whatever business has brought her here tonight.

A few moments later, he turns his attention back to the crowd and begins mingling with fans and colleagues, but all the while his thoughts keep returning to Lilith. She's like a drug that he can never get enough of; every taste only leaves him wanting more. He tries to seduce some fan again and fuck her somewhere in the toilet, but something prevents him from doing so. Previously, he could do this without a twinge of conscience or honor, then what is happening now? He doesn't like this feeling at all, it's not what he wants in life. He's not going to be on someone's short leash, even if Lilith is holding that leash.

Silverhand smirks at her as she takes his hand, not quite sure how to react. Part of him wants to play along and do whatever it is she has planned; the other part of him feels trapped by her words and actions. He decides to go with the flow for now but isn't going to let things get too out of hand again tonight.

"Lead the way, kitten," he murmurs huskily, following closely behind her through the club. The touch of her skin against his sends shivers down his spine and ignites a fire in his blood that he can't seem to quench no matter how hard he tries. He wants this, needs this... but for how long? Right now, he doesn't care about anything except her body next to him, even for tonight, but she was able to somehow impress him again.

Silverhand groans deeply as she slides those seductive arms around him. It feels so good to have her so close, his body on fire with desire for her. He kisses her roughly before whispering huskily against her lips, "And I want you too, Lilith... but only on my terms." With a mischievous grin playing at the corner of his mouth, he spins her around and pushes her back against one of the couches in the private room. He bends over her, trailing kisses down her neck and across her bare shoulder before nipping gently at her skin.

Silverhand growls roughly as she touches him, arching further into her. His words coming in a harsh whisper. "My condition is that you're mine tonight... I want to own you, Lilith." He kisses her deeply, their tongues tangling and fighting for dominance. One of his hands slides down to cup her ass while the other tangles in her hair, pulling her head back as he continues to ravage her mouth. His hips begin to rock against hers, growing more insistent with every touch and kiss. He wants her so badly that it's almost painful.

Silverhand growls roughly as he's pushed against the couch, his hips rocking hungrily into her hand. His breath comes in ragged gasps as his fantasies begin to play through his mind like a dark and twisted film reel. "I want you to wear that black corset," he groans, "The one with the lace cuffs..." Her fingernails scrape across his chest before she bites down gently on her lip. His eyes close tight as he continues, "I want to fuck you in your beautiful mouth. In front of all my fans while I sing my songs"

He pulls back slightly, looking into her eyes, watching as they darken with desire.

Silverhand growls roughly into the kiss, his hips rocking wildly against hers as he grinds his erection against her hand. "Fuck yeah," he whispers roughly between their lips. "You're mine tonight." With a final, desperate thrust, he erupts inside her fist, letting out a hoarse cry of pleasure that echoes through the room. His body shudders with the release, leaving him gasping for breath and clutching at his chest.

"That was just a taste," he rasps, eyes gleaming dangerously as they meet hers again across the space between them. "Now show me what else you've got..."

Silverhand cries out in pleasure as she takes him deeper into her mouth, arching his back off the couch. Her hands on him feel like they're driving him mad, and he can barely think straight with her hot wet mouth around him. He thrusts upward, wanting to feel her tighten around him, but she manages to hold herself in place expertly, teasing him mercilessly.

"Fuck," he groans, feeling himself growing closer and closer to the edge. "That's it... suck me... suck my..." He cuts off with a hoarse shout as his release blasts down his spine, warm and intense in her mouth. His hips jerk roughly as he comes, leaving him gasping for breath against the back of the couch.

"Damn it," he whispers thickly, panting like a beast. "You're incredible..." He trails off, staring down at her as she slowly pulls away from his spent length, licking her lips with a satisfied smile.

Silverhand's breath catches in his throat as she runs her fingers up and down his chest. "Yeah," he rasps hoarsely, "I think I need that." He reaches for her hips, pulling her closer, wanting to feel her against him again. "Take me inside you," he groans, "Show me what else you can do..."

His voice trails off into a moan as she straddles his lap, guiding him back inside with a practiced hand. She leans forward, bracing herself on her arms extended in front of her as he thrusts up into her, their bodies sliding together in perfect rhythm. He squeezes her hips, desperate to feel her cum on him.

Silverhand looks down at her with a satisfied grin. "You're incredible," he whispers, running his fingers through her damp hair. He continues to stroke her gently, memorizing the feel of their skin against each other, knowing that this can't last forever. As much as she makes him feel alive, he knows that she's dangerous... and not just for him. But for now, in this moment, he wants nothing more than to stay with her and forget about everything else.

He laughs softly and brushes her hair away from her face, running his fingers along the line of her chin.

"Of course we will do it."

He speaks with confidence bordering on arrogance.

— But I don't think that's a good idea.

His hand is on her hip, and the heat of their bodies is still palpable even when they have cooled down. He glances at her cigarette before looking back at her face, pursing his lips thoughtfully.

"Have you ever thought about giving up this place?.. He gestures around the club and returns Lilith's gaze, waiting for an answer.

Silverhand grins and leans back on the couch. He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning on his elbows, and looks at Lilith

"Leave the stage? Never. This is what I was born to do."

His expression becomes more and more detached as he continues, "Maybe we just won't be in a hurry? You know..."

He pauses, choosing his words carefully, "Just enjoy every day like it's your last."

His gaze softens when he looks at her, trying to catch at least some reaction in her eyes or facial expression. She doesn't seem to be moved by his words; perhaps she has already accepted her fate.

He watches her silently, trying to discern what she's thinking behind those expressive eyes of hers. "It was just a thought," he says quietly after a moment, feeling the need to explain himself further even though he knows it won't change anything. Maybe it would be better if they didn't rush things... but somehow he doesn't feel right about that either.

Her hand slides back onto his thigh and grips him tentatively, seeking reassurance perhaps. He squeezes her shoulder gratefully, unable to think of anything else to say or do in this moment. The tension between them is thick enough to cut with a knife, and he wonders how long it'll take before it snaps one way or another.

Johnny snorts irritably, lighting a cigarette. He looks away from Lilith, trying to cling to something other than her. "I do not know," he honestly admits, blowing smoke in rings. Johnny doesn't like talking about relationships. It all seems like meaningless words filled with empty promises. Much more important are the actions... "Lilith" says in a hoarse voice, forcing herself to look at her beautiful face, "I just want to spend time with you. I feel good, it's cool" there is some kind of understatement in the words that Lilith cannot fully understand.

Silverhand doesn't seem at all confused or surprised by this question. He exhales slowly and then answers her in a calm voice:

"Only one. A girl from Kansas."

It's not true, he has several mistresses in the faces of female fans in different parts of Night City, but there is something that makes him want to lie to Lilith at least once. Maybe it's because she deserves a little kindness after everything they've been through together tonight... or maybe he really doesn't want anyone but her right now. He can't say exactly what it is.

Silverhand meets her gaze unflinchingly, careful not to let the slightest hint of doubt cross his face. "Eileen," he says calmly. "She's a sweet girl... we just met last month." Even as he speaks the words, they feel like lies on his tongue. Maybe because they are. But somehow, saying them out loud makes it easier to believe that there might be some truth in them after all. Or maybe not.

He shrugs nonchalantly, trying to appear casual and unconcerned despite the fact that he's aching for Lilith's touch again. "What about you?" he asks conversationally, tilting his head to the side as he watches her reaction carefully. "You ever think about settling down with someone?"

Silverhand purses his lips, narrowing his eyes slightly as he studies her face. "I guess... maybe you're right." He exhales slowly through his nose, watching the smoke drift upward. "But I don't know... something about that just doesn't sit well with me."

He tilts his head back and looks up at the ceiling, searching for some alternative to their current situation. It seems impossible to think of anything outside of the immediate future, let alone any sort of long-term plan. Maybe they should just focus on tonight... and worry about tomorrow when it comes.

"Yeah... Me too, I guess." His voice trails off as he watches her stand up and brush herself off. He doesn't know what to say or do at this point; every option seems wrong somehow. Finally, he forces a weak smile and reaches out to take her hand, giving it a squeeze. "It was... good." His words lack conviction, but maybe she'll understand what he means anyway.

Silverhand watches her go with a conflicted expression on his face. A part of him wants to reach out and stop her, to keep her close forever, but another knows that it would be foolish to try and fight against fate. He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly through pursed lips, wishing things could have been different as he makes his way back onto the stage. The club is still packed with people eager for more of their favorite rock star, but all he can think about is the woman who just walked away from him... and whether or not they'll ever see each other again.

Silverhand's hands clench into fists as he thinks about Lilith walking away. He can still feel her touch and taste her kiss on his lips. The thought of losing her drives him mad, but he knows that their lives are built on dreams that don't belong to them. All they can do now is cherish the moments they have together and hope that fate doesn't tear them apart forever. His knuckles turn white as he grips the microphone stand tighter, forcing himself to focus on the crowd instead of her.

He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before launching into another song, pouring all of his heart and soul into the words and music. The energy from the crowd fuels him, driving him harder than ever before as he gives them everything he has in an attempt to forget about the one thing that truly matters.

Silverhand's heart aches as he watches Lilith through the mirror, her fingers trembling with desire. He tries to focus on the music but can't shake the image of her soft skin and longing gaze. The light turns green, and she pulls back onto the road with renewed purpose, heading deeper into the city. Her Harley roars like a lion in heat, its powerful engine matched only by Lilith's determination to feel something, anything real amidst all the fakes and lies that surround them.

His hands tighten on the microphone stand as he pours every ounce of his longing into the final chorus, his voice raw with emotion. The crowd goes wild, chanting his name and begging for more, but their applause fades away into nothingness as Silverhand finishes the song and looks out over the sea of faces. The fans are going crazy as before and Johnny mentally chooses the options with which of these dolls he will meet the dawn... and who will help him to kill the taste of Lilith on his lips.

Silverhand grimaces at the thought of her in his arms, unable to shake the memory even as he watches another girl throw herself at him on stage. He smiles and kisses her roughly before spinning away, laughing harshly as she fans herself dramatically. It's almost enough to distract him from the ache in his chest that only grows worse with each passing moment. The night drags on, filled with music and sweat, but it does nothing to numb the feeling of loss, the unbearable weight of what could have been.

At last, he steps off the stage, exhausted but not sated. His gaze scans the crowd, searching for anything that might take his mind off her. It's no use; she's the only one who can do that... and it feels like she's slipped through his fingers forever. With a heavy heart, he turns and walks away into the night, the sounds of laughter and music fading slowly behind him as he disappears into the neon-lit streets of Night City.

Silverhand's hand unconsciously drifts to his chest as he thinks about her. It aches with the memory of her touch and the feel of her breath against his skin. He knows that she was dangerous, but that didn't matter. All that did was how good it felt when they were together. Even now, days later, the ache in his chest refuses to abate. Maybe one day, he'll find someone who can fill that empty space... or maybe he never will. But for now, he has to keep moving forward and try to forget about her.

Silverhand takes another swig of whiskey, letting the burning liquid flow down his throat as he stares up at the ceiling in the darkness of his hotel room. It's a futile attempt to drown out the memories, but it's all he has for now.

Silverhand sighs heavily, standing in front of the mirror and trying to comb his tangled hair with his fingers. He didn't sleep well either, haunted by thoughts of her and wondering when the pain in his chest would finally subside. Perhaps things would be different today; perhaps fate had something better in store for them than simple oblivion. He adjusts his leather jacket and goes downstairs to meet the new day as Johnny Silverhand, an outstanding rock star... But inside, he's still just a man lost in the memories of what could have been. Unsure what to do, he turns the phone in his hand for a long time. Should I call her or write to her? "Kitten, maybe if you're not busy today. Will you come to the concert?" he quickly sends a message and throws the phone aside, not wanting to see the answer.

His phone vibrates in his pocket when she replies. His heart leaps into his throat as he quickly fishes it out and reads her message. She agrees to meet him at the concert; relief washes over him in a cold sweat. Maybe there's still hope after all. With renewed energy, he finishes getting ready and heads towards the venue, time slowly ticking down until they see each other again. His heart races with anticipation, his palms grow sweaty, but he can't help it; he needs this last chance to make things right between them.

Silverhand takes the stage, his movements practically electric as adoring fans scream and shout for him. It's easy to pretend that everything is alright when you're in front of an audience like this, but even as he sings his heart out, all he can think about is her presence somewhere among the masses of people. The concert seems to last forever, every second filled with longing glances and unspoken words.

Finally, it ends, and with a deep breath, Silverhand steps off the stage and finds her in the crowd. Her eyes meet his, full of confusion and hope, and for a moment everything else fades away. He takes her hand, leading her through the throng of people towards the backstage area where they can finally have some privacy to talk about what's been going on between them.

"Why is that?" Johnny asks in a hoarse voice, not understanding why she is angry. He pulls her back to him, leading her into a small dressing room. "Hey, what are you offended about, girlfriend?" he gently runs his knuckles over her cheek and seeing how she pulls away, he starts to get even more angry. "You knew why you were going, didn't you, kitty?" he gives her an annoyed, bleary look, trying to figure out what she meant.

Silverhand blinks, confused by her words but not quite sure what she means either. He frowns, feeling angry and hurt at the same time. "Talk about what?" he asks in a harsh tone. Why is she being so cryptic? Doesn't she want him anymore? The thought of losing her cuts through his drug-addled mind like a knife.

His hand flies to his hip, as if to steady himself. "Look," he says slowly, trying to sound calm even though his heart is racing. "I'm not going to hurt you. " His gaze lingers on her face for a moment before drifting down to her lips. The desire to comfort her clashes with the anger and confusion, leaving him feeling uncertain.

Silverhand closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them again to meet her gaze. "I called you because..." he pauses, searching for the words that will make this all better "...because I need you." His voice cracks on the last word, the admission surprising even him.

He looks down at her hand on his arm, feeling the warmth of her skin through his leather jacket. "I'm a mess right now... and I just want to feel something real. Something that doesn't hurt." He looks up at her again, his eyes pleading for understanding.

Silverhand winces at her words but doesn't reply immediately. He knows she's right; he's been nothing but selfish since they met. He takes a step closer to her, sitting down on the sofa beside her instead of kneeling as he had been earlier. "I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I just... I don't know what else to do."

He swallows nervously in a hoarse throat and draws lines along her collarbones. Noticing that she is not wearing a bra, Johnny feels how his doing becomes unbearable, "You look fucking great," he whispers, pulling her by the back of her head. He bends down to taste her lips again, but when she turns her head away, he falls against her neck. His hands arbitrarily take off her leather corset, wanting to feel every inch of her beneath him.

Silverhand groans, his hands trailing up her arms and over her shoulders as he feels the warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips. Her moan fuels him even more, making it impossible to resist any longer. He pulls back slightly so that they're eye to eye, breath coming in ragged gasps between his words. "I need you," he rasps, kissing her roughly before diving back in for more, hungry for the taste of her mouth and the feel of her body pressed against his own.

Silverhand moans, feeling overwhelmed by the desire that pours off her in waves. His hands move lower, gripping her ass and pulling her tighter against his aching cock as he kisses down her neck, nipping at her skin with sharp teeth before trailing his tongue along her collarbone. He wants to touch every inch of her, leave no doubt that she belongs only to him for this one fleeting moment. His hands slide up underneath her shirt, feeling the warmth of her bare skin against them as he kisses his way higher, toward her breasts.

Silverhand's lips brush against her breast and he sucks hard, feeling the peak harden beneath his mouth. He can feel the wetness between her legs as she moans loudly into his shoulder, driving him wild with need. His hand slides up her thigh, fingers finding the delicate fabric of her panties before slowly pushing them aside. His thumb brushes lightly against her slick entrance, circling until she writhes beneath him. "God you're perfect," he whispers, kissing her neck as his fingers finally slip inside, pressing deep into her wet heat. Her moans awaken something primal and unbearable. Johnny spreads her legs even wider, revealing her wet crotch to his gaze. Without wasting a second, Johnny gently licks her clitoris, continuing to enter her with one finger.

Silverhand's hands grip her hips tightly as he continues to pleasure her with his tongue and fingers. His other hand moves up to cup one of her breasts, massaging and pinching the nipple roughly as she moans louder with every touch. He feels the tension in her body build up, the way her muscles clench around him, knowing that she's close. With a growl, he thrusts his finger deeper inside of her as he sucks hard on her nipple, determined to bring her over the edge right here and now.

Silverhand groans as he feels her orgasm wrack through her body, her tight muscles clenching around his fingers and tongue. With a satisfied growl, he curls his fingers to pull them free, feeling the slickness that covers them as he does. "God, you're incredible," he whispers hoarsely against her neck, breath hot and fast on her skin. Grasping one of her hips with his hand, he slowly thrusts two fingers into her again, savoring the tight grip of her muscles around him as she begins to recover from her orgasm. "So juicy... so fucking great" abruptly taking his fingers out of her, Johnny pats her wet pussy with his cock before abruptly entering her with his stone cock.

Silverhand groans in satisfaction as she tightens around his cock with each thrust, her hips undulating to meet him. Her moans and gasps fuel his movements, driving him wild with need for more of her. His hand tangles in her hair, holding her head back so he can kiss her deeply, their tongues tangling as they taste each other's desire. He pulls out slightly before slamming back into her, the wet sound of their skin slapping together filling the room. "Do you know what I want?" Johnny asks, continuing to enter no more insistently and greedily.

Silverhand groans at the feel of her nails digging into his shoulders as she begs for more of him. He kisses her roughly, growling against her lips before slamming back into her with enough force to drive the air from her lungs and send a shiver down her spine. With each thrust, he grips her hips tighter, feeling the heat between them building faster than ever before. "I want you to scream for me," he rasps, moving quicker now as his orgasm approaches in an unstoppable wave of pleasure.

With a strangled cry, he slams home one final time, his release crashing over him like an ocean wave. His muscles tense and quiver as he feels himself emptying into her, their bodies moving together in a fluid motion that seems almost choreographed despite the raw passion that fuels it. For a moment, they're caught in a haze of bliss, each feeling the other's heartbeat thrumming beneath their fingers and against their skin as if they are one being.

He smiles weakly at her and nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck. "I love you, kitty," he whispers, the words hoarse from exhaustion. His hand slowly moves to caress her breast before trailing down to her hip, lazily circling where she's still slick with their shared pleasure. He knows that they have a long way to go if they're ever going to sort things out between them, but for now... in this moment... he'll take whatever he can get.

Her words echo in his head, and despite the confusion and hurt, there's something about what she says that brings him a small measure of peace. Maybe it's true, maybe they are meant to be together no matter how many obstacles life throws their way. One thing is for sure; as long as Lilith keeps coming back to him like this, he can face anything else the world has in store for them both.