Chapter 512: Shameless

Adam’s hand on Lilith’s breast squeezed more firmly, his thumb circling the stiffened peak through the thin fabric of the black gown. His other hand slid lower, openly groping and spreading the soft curve of her ass as he pulled her tighter against him.

Lilith let out another soft, breathy moan, making no effort to hide it.

"Ahh... nnh..."

She arched slightly in his arms, silver hair spilling over his shoulder, and kept her half-lidded crimson eyes fixed on Celine. There was no shame in her expression, only quiet enjoyment and a clear intent to make the bound demon watch every second.

Adam leaned down and kissed the side of her neck, then bit lightly enough to leave a mark. Lilith’s breath hitched, a small, pleasured sound escaping her as her body pressed back against his.

Celine’s face was burning. She turned her head sharply to the side again, trying to escape the sight, but her eyes kept betraying her, flicking back every few seconds despite herself. The silk cords creaked faintly as she strained against them.

"Stop it..." she muttered, voice strained. "This has nothing to do with making me obey—"

Adam lifted his head just enough to look at her over Lilith’s shoulder. His hand continued to knead Lilith’s breast openly, unhurried.

"It has everything to do with it," he said calmly. "You’re going to sit there and watch until that pride of yours starts cracking. Until your body starts reacting even when you don’t want it to."

Lilith smiled at the words, then reached up and guided one of Adam’s hands lower, sliding it down her stomach, past the high slit of the gown, until his fingers brushed directly against the bare skin of her inner thigh.

A clearer moan left her lips this time.

"Nnhh... yes..."

She kept staring at Celine the entire time, eyes gleaming with quiet challenge.

"Keep watching, Celine. This is only the beginning."

Adam’s fingers slid higher along Lilith’s inner thigh, pushing the high slit of the black gown aside until his hand disappeared completely beneath the fabric. The soft, wet sound of his fingers brushing against her already slick folds was quiet but unmistakable in the silent room.

Schlick...

Lilith’s breath caught. Her hips shifted slightly against him as a longer, clearer moan slipped out.

"Ahh... nnhh..."

She made no attempt to hide how wet she already was. Instead she leaned back more fully into Adam’s chest, spreading her stance just enough to give his hand easier access and to make sure Celine could see the way her body reacted.

Adam’s other hand stayed on her breast, squeezing and teasing the nipple through the gown while his fingers between her legs moved in slow, deliberate circles.

"You’re already this wet just from being watched?" he murmured against her ear, loud enough for Celine to hear.

Lilith let out a soft, breathless laugh mixed with another moan.

"Of course... knowing she’s forced to look makes it even better."

Celine’s entire body was rigid in the chair. Her face burned a deep, furious red. She tried once more to turn her head away completely, but the angle of the ropes and the way Adam had positioned her left her with nowhere to hide. Her eyes kept flicking back against her will, catching the movement of Adam’s hand under the black fabric, the way Lilith’s lips parted with every soft sound, the open, shameless pleasure on her face.

’This is insane...’ Celine’s thoughts raced. ’They’re doing this on purpose... right in front of me...’

Yet her breathing had grown uneven, and a faint, unwanted heat had started to gather low in her own body. She clenched her bound hands into fists behind her back, trying to force the feeling down.

Adam noticed the slight change in her expression. A wicked, knowing look crossed his face as he slowly pushed two fingers inside Lilith right in front of her.

Schlick... squish...

Lilith’s moan rose higher, her head tilting back against his shoulder.

"Ahhg! Yes..."

She kept her eyes on Celine the entire time, lips curved in a satisfied, half-lidded smile.

"Still think this won’t affect you?" she asked softly, voice trembling just a little from pleasure. "Your eyes haven’t left us once."

Adam’s fingers moved deeper inside Lilith, curling slowly while his thumb pressed against her clit in steady circles. The wet sounds grew clearer in the quiet room.

Schlick... squish... schlick...

Lilith no longer tried to hold back her voice. Soft, open moans spilled from her lips as she ground lightly against his hand, the black gown shifting with every movement of her hips.

"Ahh... nnhh... Adam..."

She reached up and covered the hand that was still kneading her breast, pressing it more firmly against herself while she kept staring at Celine.

Adam’s eyes stayed on the bound White Demon the entire time. He watched the way Celine’s breathing had changed, the way her thighs pressed together despite the ropes, the faint tremor in her shoulders.

"You’re trying so hard not to react," he said calmly, still working his fingers inside Lilith with unhurried precision. "But your body is already answering. Look at how tense you are."

Celine’s face burned. She forced her gaze away again, staring hard at the floor, but the wet sounds and Lilith’s unbroken moans kept pulling her attention back.

"Shut up..." she muttered, voice strained. "This won’t work. I won’t... I won’t feel anything from watching something so—"

Her words cut off when Lilith suddenly moaned louder, her hips jerking as Adam pushed a third finger inside her.

Squish... schlick-schlick...

"Ahhgnn! Right there..."

Lilith’s head fell back against Adam’s shoulder. Her free hand reached down and held the fabric of her gown aside more openly, giving Celine an even clearer view of Adam’s glistening fingers moving in and out of her.

"Keep lying to yourself if you want," Lilith breathed, eyes half-lidded and locked on Celine. "But every time you look away... you look back again. Your body is more honest than that pride of yours."

Adam leaned down and kissed the side of Lilith’s neck, never stopping the slow, wet thrusts of his fingers. His voice was low and steady when he spoke again.

"We’re not stopping until you admit it, Celine. Until that stubborn mouth of yours finally says what your body is already feeling."