Chapter 8
Silas
I press her back against the wall, my palm splayed flat beside her head.
Her breath hitches, chest rising and falling beneath the thin fabric of her tank top. I can see everything—the hard points of her nipples straining against the lace beneath, the way her pulse flutters at the base of her neck.
I dip my head lower, dragging my lips along the soft curve of her throat, letting my teeth scrape just enough to feel the shiver roll through her.
“You’ve wrecked me, Eden,” I growl against her skin, voice rough and raw.
My hand catches hers, and I guide it between us, pressing her palm right over the thick bulge behind my jeans.
“Feel that?” I murmur, brushing my lips over her jaw. “Feel what you do to me?”
Her fingers tremble but don’t pull away. If anything, they tighten, nails scraping lightly over the denim, and I bite back a groan.
“It’s…” Her voice is breathless, unsure, but her hand? Bold as hell. “You’re—big.”
I choke out a rough laugh, thrusting into her hold, dragging her palm along the thick length of me.
“I can stop,” I rasp, nipping the soft skin below her ear. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“No.” Her answer is instant, her grip tightening over my cock like she’s afraid I’ll pull away.
Fuck.
I drag my lips down the side of her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark— because she’s mine. Only mine now. A reminder. She will have a new mark every week from now on.
She gasps, arching into me, and my other hand slides lower, over the curve of her ass, gripping and kneading.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she admits, voice soft but steady.
“That makes two of us,” I growl, dropping my forehead to hers, trying to catch my breath. Her eyes flick up to meet mine, bright and wide, and she smiles—just barely.
“Bullshit,” she whispers, dragging her hand down my length one more time.
I press a little harder against her, grinding slowly, letting her feel exactly how much I want her.
“Move back,” I tell her, voice husky and low.
Eden lets me guide her, step by step, until the backs of her thighs hit the edge of the couch. She sits without breaking eye contact, legs parting just enough to pull me between them. The room is silent except for the sound of our breathing, shallow and quick, and the faint rustle of fabric as I push her hair back from her face.
“You can still stop me,” I say, trailing my fingers over her jaw, down the curve of her throat.
She leans into my touch, lashes fluttering.
“I’m not stopping.”
I cup her face, tilting her head up as I kiss her again—slower this time, but just as deep. Her hands slide up my sides, fingers curling into the waistband of my jeans, tugging.
“Take these off,” she murmurs against my mouth.
I pull back just enough to pop the button, dragging the zipper down with a slow, deliberate tug. She watches, lips parted, as I shove them down my hips, letting them pool around my ankles. I take off my shirt. Eden’s gaze drops lower, and she bites her lip, cheeks flushed pink. I fist the hem of her shirt, tugging it over her head in one smooth motion. The second it’s gone, my eyes lock on the soft swell of her breasts, the hard peaks straining against delicate lace. I press my palm flat against her chest, fingers trailing down until I reach the clasp between her breasts.
“Can I?” I rasp, barely hanging on.
She nods, and I flick it open, peeling the straps down her arms until the bra slips away.
Jesus.
Her tits are perfect—creamy, full and round, nipples already tight. A fucking beautiful sight. I love her tits. I drop to my knees, burying my face between them, dragging my tongue over the soft skin until I find one stiff peak. Eden gasps, arching into me, her hands tangling in my hair. I suck hard, pulling her nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue until she’s panting, thighs trembling on either side of me.
My hands slide down, hooking under her knees, spreading her wider as I press kisses lower, tracing the soft curve of her stomach, down to the edge of her panties.
I bite the waistband, tugging lightly.
“Off,” I growl.
She lifts her hips, and I drag them down, letting them drop next to her bra on the floor.
When I look up, Eden’s bare—flushed and glistening, her pussy slick and swollen, practically begging for my mouth.
I spread her knees wider, dragging my thumb through the wetness pooling between her thighs. She moans, hips lifting, chasing the friction.
“God, you’re soaked,” I rasp, lowering my mouth until my lips brush against her heat. “All for me?”
“All for you,” she gasps, head tipping back against the couch.
My tongue flicks over her clit, slow and teasing, and she cries out, thighs clamping around my head. I don’t stop. I don’t hesitate. I drag my tongue over her clit, slow and deliberate, sucking it into my mouth until her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging hard.
“Silas,” she gasps, her voice trembling as she presses her hips up, chasing the friction.
I groan against her, the vibrations making her moan louder. My tongue flicks faster, sucking gently before I slide a finger inside her, feeling the tightness that grips me immediately. She’s soaked, but as I ease in deeper, I meet resistance, her body clamping down around me like a fist.
I pause, lifting my head, my lips brushing her inner thigh.
“Eden?” My voice is rough, hoarse with need.
She props herself on her elbows, hair wild around her flushed face, eyes hazy. “Yeah?”
I stroke her with one finger, watching the way her body clenches around it. “You’re tight. Really tight.”
Her gaze darts away for a second, and she bites her lip. But then, she looks back at me, chin tilting up stubbornly. “I… I told you I don’t know what I’m doing. I…haven’t had sex before, Silas.”
Everything inside me freezes. My cock throbs painfully, pressed against the cushion beneath me. I exhale slowly, trying to calm the rush of adrenaline and the overwhelming urge to bury myself inside her right then and there.
“You’re serious?” I search her face, needing to be sure.
She nods, her voice soft. “I waited for you. I wanted you to be the one.”
Fuck.
I drop my forehead to her hip, breathing hard against her skin. “Jesus, Eden.” I kiss the soft curve of her belly, right above her mound. “You… you have no idea what that does to me.”
Her fingers slide through my hair, tugging gently. “Is that okay?” she whispers.
I chuckle, nudging her thighs open wider. “More than okay. I’m going to make this perfect for you. And make you mine. No man will ever touch you again as long as I’m alive.”
She has a faraway look in her eyes. She’s fucking finally mine.
Sliding two fingers inside her, I move slow, curling up to find that spot that makes her whimper. I suck her clit, tongue circling as I stroke her from the inside, coaxing her body to relax, to take more of me. Her thighs quiver around my head, hips lifting off the couch as she chases the pleasure.
“Silas,” she cries out, voice breaking apart, and I know she’s close.
I press deeper, thumb rubbing over her swollen nub, and that’s all it takes. Her orgasm hits hard, thighs squeezing around my head as she shudders and moans. I keep moving, dragging it out until she collapses, panting and trembling against the cushions. I climb over her, kissing her softly, fingers brushing her flushed cheek. Her bare breasts press against my chest, nipples hard and rubbing against me, making my cock throb harder.
“How was that, sweetheart?”
Her eyes flutter open, glazed and hazy. “I need you inside me.”
I smirk, brushing my lips over hers, tugging gently at her nipple with my fingers. “I’m in charge here, not you.”
Her pout is instant, but the twinkle in her eyes betrays her amusement.
“Brat,” I murmur, aligning myself with her entrance, pressing my cock against her slick folds. I bend, wrapping my lips around her nipple, sucking gently until her back arches off the couch, tits pressing into my face.
Eden grins up at me, eyes gleaming with mischief, and fuck, I love her so much it’s maddening. I’m stuffed full of it, chest tight and aching, and when I slip my hand between us, fingers finding her slick heat again, I almost lose it.
She wants this.
She wants me.
It’s too much, more than I deserve, but I’m greedy as hell for her. I’ll take everything Eden offers me, no hesitation. I’ll devour it, worship it, and thank whatever gods exist for every second.
“Do it.” Her nails sink into my shoulders as she arches up, pressing her soft tits to my chest. “I can’t wait either. Hurry up. Please.”
Ah, shit.
Her begging destroys me. Snaps the last thread holding me back and turns me feral.
I line up with her entrance, cockhead nudging her tight opening, and start to push, teeth grazing the tender skin of her throat. Her nipples drag against my chest, and the sensation makes her gasp, tightening around me.
“Easy,” I breathe when she gasps, trying to soothe us both. I’m so hard it’s painful, but this is her first time. I’ll go slow. Make it good for her. Even though my veins throb with the need to bury myself to the hilt, I force myself to take it inch by inch, sucking kisses along her neck, tasting her sweat and sweetness.
Her body softens, thighs trembling as she threads her fingers through my hair. She breathes faster, hips rocking subtly against me. She wants more, but I hold back, waiting until she’s desperate, until her tiny whimpers drive me insane.
I sink deeper, and she moans softly, nails raking down my spine. My muscles lock, sweat dripping down my back as I hover over her, strung tight and trembling with restraint.
“Oh. Oh, Silas,” Eden whispers, head tipping back against the couch cushion. “That feels… more.”
I bite down on her shoulder as I drive deeper, her walls squeezing around me like she’s trying to pull me even further inside.
Eden's head falls back against the arm of the couch, her lips parting with a throaty gasp. “God, you feel… so big.”
I smirk, pressing her knees up higher, letting her take every inch. “That’s because you’re tight, baby. You can barely handle me.”
Her eyes flash open, locking onto mine. “I can handle it.”
I groan low in my throat, holding her hips still as I thrust, watching her tits bounce with each roll of my hips. She’s all mine, spread out beneath me, taking everything I give her.
“You sure about that?” I growl, squeezing her nipple between my fingers just hard enough to make her arch. “Because you’re trembling, sweetheart.”
“Shut up.” Her hands claw at my back, her breath hot against my ear as she rolls her hips in time with me.
The sound she makes when I slam into her steals the last of my restraint. She’s grinding against me like she can’t get enough, like she wants to own every part of me.
I let her take control for a second, just long enough to see her eyes flutter, her lips part in a moan, before I flip us over. She lands on top with a gasp, my hands guiding her hips as she sinks down onto me.
Eden splays her hands against my chest, nails lightly dragging over my skin. Her head falls back, mouth falling open in a helpless cry as she rides me.
“Oh, my God,” she pants. “Silas… I can feel everything.”
I grip her waist tighter, rocking her forward to drag her clit against my stomach. “I know you can, baby. You’re dripping down my cock. It’s a fucking beautiful sight.”
Her breath stutters, hands digging into my shoulders as she leans forward. I wrap my arms around her back, pulling her closer until her tits press against my face. I flick her nipple with my tongue, loving the way she cries out, thighs trembling around me.
“Come for me, Eden,” I rasp against her skin. “I want to feel you fall apart on me.”
She starts bouncing wildly on my cock. Tits everywhere and it’s the so fucking sexy. Her moan becomes louder, and I feel the fluttering of her walls tightening around me, dragging me under with her.
“Silas,” she gasps, shuddering as she collapses against my chest.
I grip her hips, pounding up into her as I chase my release. One final thrust, and I bury myself to the hilt, groaning as I spill every last drop inside her. Eden’s breath slows against my neck, her body soft and pliant on top of mine.
“Think you can move?” I murmur, kissing the top of her head.
She snorts softly, shifting just enough to look up at me with a sleepy grin. “Nope. I live here now.”
I laugh, pulling her closer. “Good. I wasn’t planning on letting you go anyway.”
The room smells like sex and her skin is still hot against mine. I tuck her head under my chin, feeling more at peace than I have in years.
“Silas,” she whispers, fingers tracing lazy circles over my chest.
“Hmm?”
She grins. “I think I love this couch.”