𝖠𝖱𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖦𝖤𝖣 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

𝐗𝐋𝐈𝐈

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑

❝ 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆.❞ — 𝑭𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒐 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒂 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒂

TW: sexual content

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Being alone back in her room, Lilith started to feel the effects of the chocolate she and Fred had eaten with a wide smirk. She could feel the sexual frustration coming from her own body and from his, she could feel his excitement and his yearning. It was as if his presence was still here in the room with her — as if his emotions were sewed to hers.

And she fucking adored it.

She walked calmly to the bathroom and with a simple touch of her wand, the water tap started working and filling the bathtub. While she looked at herself in the mirror, tying up her curls and smiling at the clear shine of arousal shining in her green eyes, she noticed as if her back had hit something and a long sigh.

Fred had probably laid down on his bed and was now trying to feel everything she was doing.

Well, in that case, she was going to indeed give him something to feel.

Once she noticed the warm water was ready for her, she got inside of the bathtub feeling her body relaxing and how Fred shivered. She smiled, obviously, he had not shivered because he was cold.

Covered in the hot water, she ran her hands through her body and her smile grew even more when she noticed Fred had shivered again, expectant.

"You felt that, didn't you, Freddie?" she whispered, and noticed how Fred opened his eyes widely.

"W-what the fuck?" she heard him whispering. It was part of the effect the chocolates carried, not only they were able to feel whatever the other one was feeling or doing, they were connected in such a deep and complex way they were even able to hear each other in the distance.

She snickered and continued to slowly touch her body. Eager to feel Fred's reaction, she opened her legs and slowly touched her inner thighs, noticing how the arousal was clinging to her bones and waking up every single centimetre in her body. Already sensing the excitement taking over her, she couldn't help but drive her hand exactly where she needed it and start slowly touching her clit. 

Fred closed his eyes and tilted his head back when he felt how Lilith started touching herself. His dick throbbed when he sensed the stimulation on his tip and he couldn't help but moan slightly hoarsely. He could even guess the movement of her hand, hear her moaning in the back of his mind and feel the arousal of her body on his own.

The only thing he wanted was to go upstairs and fuck the brat out of her because only someone with such a fucking attitude like his wife could do what she was doing. For fuck's sake, he was literally yearning to be back to her and if he didn't take control over the fucking situation, he would be losing the bloody bet that was starting to matter less and less to him.

He sneaked his hand inside of his towel, since he had actually obeyed her and taken a quick shower, and started to fuck his hand while feeling his wife enjoying herself. It was hunting him down and making him desire her to the point that almost hurt him and, of course, he knew she would make it even harder for him somehow.

"Don't you dare to touch yourself, Freddie," he heard her whispering, almost in a hissing tone, "Control it, love."

He moved his hand away from his dick while letting out a little growl-like sound in a complaint and clenching his jawline - of fucking course. That woman was going to be his fucking perdition.