Page 25 of Dr. Lillian Harrington
There was something about Rebecca—something about the way she could be so cold, so composed, so utterly untouchable—and yet, when they were alone, the heat between them was undeniable. It was as though Rebecca’s aloofness only made the fire burn hotter, made Lillian want her more. And now, as she stood here, her heart pounding in her chest, she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist her.
The door creaked open, and Lillian’s breath caught in her throat as she turned toward the sound.
Rebecca slid in, silent and deliberate, her eyes locking onto Lillian’s with that same intensity that had been there all night. She didn’t say a word. Didn’t need to. The tension between them spoke louder than any words could, and Lillian felt the heat coil low in her stomach as Rebecca slowly, deliberately, turned the lock behind her.
The click of the lock felt final, like the start of something inevitable.
Lillian swallowed hard, her throat tight with anticipation as Rebecca approached. There was no greeting, no casual pleasantries. Rebecca didn’t need them. Her dark eyes raked over Lillian’s body, taking in the way the pale blue dress clung to her curves, the way her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath.
But Rebecca didn’t touch her. Not at first.
Instead, she moved in close—so close that Lillian could feel the warmth radiating off her body—but kept a careful distance. Her eyes darkened as she looked Lillian up and down, and the sheer force of her gaze made Lillian’s knees weak.
The silence between them was thick, heavy with unspoken promises. Lillian’s breath hitched, her body aching for Rebecca’s touch, but Rebecca just stared at her, her eyes burning with something dangerous, something possessive.
And then, without warning, Rebecca’s hands moved to Lillian’s waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the cool marble edge of the sink. The action was quick, decisive, and it sent a rush of heat flooding through Lillian’s veins. She gasped softly, her legs instinctively parting to make room for Rebecca, her body already responding to the closeness, the tension.
But Rebecca still didn’t kiss her.
Instead, she knelt slowly in front of Lillian, her eyes never leaving hers, the deliberate slowness of her movements making Lillian’s pulse quicken. Rebecca’s hands slid down Lillian’s legs, fingertips brushing lightly over the pale blue fabric before finding the hem of her dress. She lifted it, just enough to expose Lillian’s heels, her ankles, her calves.
Lillian’s breath hitched again as Rebecca’s lips found her skin.
It was soft at first—a barely-there brush of her lips against the curve of Lillian’s ankle, a teasing touch that sent a shiver straight through her. Rebecca’s mouth moved slowly, almosttorturously, her lips trailing up the side of Lillian’s leg, tasting the skin as she went.
The heat of her mouth, the way her tongue flicked against Lillian’s skin, made Lillian’s body tighten with need, her hands gripping the edge of the sink as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded. She could feel the tension building between them, the slow, maddening way Rebecca was teasing her, drawing this out in a way that was both torturous and intoxicating.
Rebecca’s lips traveled higher, kissing her way up from Lillian’s shins to her knees, the cool air of the bathroom contrasting with the warmth of Rebecca’s breath against her skin. Lillian’s breathing grew shallow, her entire body focused on the slow, deliberate movements of Rebecca’s mouth as she moved higher, the anticipation driving her wild.
Every kiss, every brush of Rebecca’s lips, was a tease, a promise of what was to come. And yet, Rebecca didn’t rush. She took her time, savoring the taste of Lillian’s skin, the feel of her body trembling under her touch.
Lillian let out a soft moan as Rebecca’s lips moved higher, the pressure of her mouth intensifying as she reached her inner thighs. The sensation was almost too much—Rebecca’s teasing, the way she was making her wait, making her ache with want—and yet, Lillian couldn’t get enough of it.
Her fingers tightened their grip on the sink, her head tilting back slightly as she tried to catch her breath. The combination of Rebecca’s cold composure and the heat of her touch was overwhelming, sending wave after wave of desire crashing through her.
And still, Rebecca didn’t kiss her. Not her mouth, at least.
Rebecca’s lips continued their slow ascent, her mouth and tongue exploring every inch of Lillian’s thighs, teasing the sensitive skin, tasting her in a way that was both possessive and patient.
Lillian’s body trembled with need, the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside her with each passing second. She wanted more—needed more—but Rebecca was in control, and she wasn’t about to rush.
Rebecca finally paused, her breath hot against Lillian’s skin, her hands sliding further up, gripping her thighs with a firmness that sent a shudder through her. Lillian’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto Rebecca’s.
There was fire in her eyes. And in that moment, Lillian knew exactly what was about to happen.
Rebecca was going to make her wait. And she was going to love every second of it.
Lillian could barely breathe as Rebecca’s lips continued their slow, torturous path along the inside of her thighs. Every nerve in her body was alight with sensation, her mind spinning with the intensity of what was happening—the careful, deliberate control Rebecca wielded over her, the way she made her wait, made her clit ache. The cold marble beneath her was a stark contrast to the heat coursing through her body, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst.
And then, just as she thought Rebecca might finally give her the release she craved, she felt Rebecca’s fingers curl around the thin waistband of her panties, tugging them down with a slow, deliberate movement. Lillian gasped softly, her breath hitching as the fabric slid down her legs and Rebecca took them completely off, her eyes gleaming with something wicked and knowing.
Rebecca stood slowly, her cool gaze locked onto Lillian’s, and with a small, calculated smirk, she tucked the delicate panties into her purse. Lillian’s breath caught in her throat, her body trembling with the mix of frustration and desire that surged through her. The act was so casual, so arrogant, and yet so unbelievably erotic that it made Lillian’s knees weak. She couldfeel the heat rise in her cheeks, the realization of what Rebecca had just done crashing over her.
She was going to leave her like this—teased, undone, and bare.
And wet. So very wet.
Rebecca’s smirk deepened, her fingers tracing a light path up Lillian’s thigh, but she didn’t go any further. Instead, she leaned in close, her breath warm against Lillian’s ear, her voice low and dangerous. "Think of me," she whispered, the words sending a shiver straight down Lillian’s spine.
