Chapter 19
Silas
I stayed quiet for her, but the more she shared, the easier it became to abhor her mother.
She stood in front of the mirror, carefully removing each pin that anchored her scarf in place. No wonder the damn thing hadn’t moved all day. It must’ve had half a hardware store stuck in it.
“Need a hand?” I asked, tugging my tie off.
“I’m almost done,” she murmured.
Good.
Because I had a raging hard-on from her fondling me in the car, and I was two seconds from bending her over the vanity and reminding her exactly who she married.
I stripped down to my trousers and gathered the towels and lube. Everly had a habit of squirting sometimes—and I intended to make that happen tonight.
I licked my lips, remembering the first time she’d done it on my face. The sound she made, the shock in her eyes… it lived rent-free in my head.
While she unfastened her skirt, I poured us each a glass of apple juice. It didn’t feel right to pop the champagne when she couldn’t drink it.
A shared toast was better than a lonely one.
I glanced up—
Her cream thong disappeared into the soft curve of her ass, trimmed with delicate gold lace.
Just a few more minutes.
My hands itched.
I was at war with myself.
She carried our child—our future—and I wanted to be gentle.
But then she said things. Did things.
Things that peeled back my restraint and turned me into a fucking savage.
I took a sip of the bubbling apple juice. Tried to cool the fire in my blood.
It didn’t help.
Her top came off.
Two perfect, bountiful breasts, framed in cream and gold.
Heavy. Teasing. Designed to test me.
Yeah. She was fucked all right.
“Come over here, baby,” I murmured, eyes glued to her as she walked around the bed.
Her hair was still pinned up in those carefully crafted curls. Our honeymoon was delayed thanks to her work schedule, but I didn’t care. She was mine—and now I had the documentation to prove it.
I lifted her hand, admiring the gold band nestled against her diamond ring. She stayed silent, but her gaze never left mine. Her fingers moved to my waistband, and she began to unbutton me.
“Where do you want me to fuck you again?” I asked as the zipper came down.
“I want you to fuck me in my ass,” she said, slipping her hand into my boxers.
My trousers dropped to my feet.
I let go of her hand and pressed my palm over her stomach—our child resting beneath.
“Your pussy is bred. So get used to tasting my come,” I murmured. “Things are about to get messy.”
She pushed my boxers down, freeing me, and I reached around her back to unhook her bra. The delicate straps slid down her arms as I peeled the cups away from her breasts.
“I can’t believe you’re my husband,” she said.
“You’d better believe it,” I growled. “I meant every word of those vows.”
I cupped her jaw, brushing my thumb along the edge of her lower lip.
“Open,” I murmured.
She did—soft, trusting. Her mouth parting for me like she’d been waiting all damn day.
I kissed her slowly at first. Deep and consuming. Not just to taste her, but to claim her again. She melted into it, into me, her fingers curling at my sides. I slid my tongue over hers, felt her shiver, felt the hum low in her throat.
God, this mouth. Mine now.
Her bare breasts brushed my chest, soft and warm, the peaks already tightening. I reached up and dragged my fingers through the back of her curls, tipping her head just how I wanted it. Her hands gripped my shoulders, like she was bracing herself for whatever came next.
I pulled back slightly, letting our lips drag apart with a wet sound.
“You feel that?” I asked, pressing my cock against her belly.
She nodded, breathless.
“Then kiss me like you mean it, Mrs. Voss.”
She rose to her toes and obeyed—greedy, tongue first, like she couldn’t get enough. My fingers gripped her waist, dragging her in, letting her feel every inch of what she’d done to me.
I’d make this night last.
I’d start with her mouth…
Then work my way down.
I broke the kiss with a low groan and lifted her, flipping her onto the bed like she weighed nothing.
“Stay right there,” I rasped, watching her body bounce lightly against the mattress, those full tits jiggling, begging for my mouth. “God, look at you. Spread out in my bed—my wife.”
I knelt beside the edge and dragged my palms up her thighs, parting them as I rose over her. Her nipples were already swollen and tight, waiting for me.
“You know what I thought about ever since we got married?” I murmured, cupping one warm breast in my palm. “These perfect tits. Soft. Heavy. Begging to be ruined.”
She arched as I flicked her nipple with my thumb.
“You dressed like a princess,” I murmured darkly, “but no one knows what a filthy little fucktoy you are beneath it all. And no one ever will.”
“Silas…” she moaned, squirming.
I dipped down and licked a slow circle around her nipple. She cried out when I finally latched on, sucking deep and hard until she trembled beneath me. My hand claimed the other breast, squeezing and massaging like it was mine to knead—and it was.
“Bet they’ll be even bigger when you’re leaking for me,” I murmured darkly against her skin. “When this body really starts preparing for me. For our baby.”
She let out a helpless sound, and I felt her hips shift, searching for friction.
“You like that thought?” I growled, pinching her nipple until she gasped. “Me licking milk off your swollen tits? Filling you while you drip for me?”
“God, yes…”
“That’s it, fucktoy. I’m going to make you beg for it.”
I flicked my tongue over her nipple, slow and deliberate, before drawing it deep into my mouth.
She arched, breath hitching, her fingers twisting in the sheets beside her.
I sucked harder, pulling another desperate sound from her throat.
Her body trembled beneath my mouth, and I gave her the other breast the same attention—licking, swirling, then sucking until she was writhing, flushed and panting.
Her thighs shifted, hips rolling upward in search of contact. My hand drifted lower, fingers tracing the edge of her lace thong. I didn’t rush. I let my knuckles brush over the damp heat, teasing her with the lightest touch.
“Silas…” she whimpered, trying to rock into my hand.
I slipped my fingers beneath the lace, barely dipping in before retreating. The slick heat of her made me groan against her skin, and I bit gently at her nipple before soothing it with my tongue.
“You’re soaked,” I murmured, voice low and reverent. “And we haven’t even started.”
Her breath hitched as I stroked her again—lazy, teasing passes that left her thighs trembling. She clutched at my shoulders, helpless against the way I played her body like I’d memorised every response. Because I had. This woman was mine in every sense of the word.
“You feel that, Everly?” I whispered, circling her slowly. “That ache building? That need?”
She nodded, eyes half-lidded, mouth parted.
“Good,” I said, kissing my way back up to her throat. “I want you coming undone. Completely.”
“Please, Silas, I need you inside me,” she gasped, hips lifting in silent plea.
“Yeah?” I murmured, trailing my finger lower, down to her ass. I brushed lightly, teasing her rim, and her breath hitched again. “There?”
She nodded frantically. “Yes. Yes. There.”
A wicked smile curved my mouth.
“Good girl,” I rasped. “Then turn over. Offer yourself to me.”
I stood, watching her body shift with pure, desperate need as she flipped onto her stomach, legs spreading just enough to tempt. Her back arched, that gold fabric still clinging in places—barely decent. My girl, my wife, laid out like an offering.
“Don’t move,” I said, stroking her thighs. “I’m going to take my time ruining you.”
I grabbed the cream and gold underwear, tearing the delicate fabric in one swift pull. The lace gave way with a satisfying rip, exposing the heat I already felt radiating from her. My breath hitched.
She gasped, eyes wide over her shoulder, but she didn’t stop me—she arched higher, like she needed me to finish what I started.
“You wore these to test me,” I muttered, tossing the ruined panties aside. “You like getting destroyed, don’t you?”
Her answering moan was all the confirmation I needed.
I palmed her cheeks, spreading her open so I could take in every glistening inch of her. She was already soaked, trembling and waiting.
I reached for the lube, flicked the cap open, and let it drip onto her slowly—watching it glisten as it trailed down her skin. My fingers followed, spreading it across her entrance, then slicking it over my length with a deliberate stroke.
“Look at you,” I murmured, fisting myself once, slow and tight. “Already trembling, and I haven’t even given you what you’re begging for.”
She whimpered, pressing her cheek into the mattress, offering herself up with a soft arch of her spine that nearly undid me.
I leaned over her, lining myself up and letting the head of my cock brush over her—just enough for her to feel it. Just enough to drive her mad.
“I’m going to fill you so slowly,” I rasped, lips brushing her ear. “You’ll feel every inch, every pulse—until you don’t know where I end and you begin.”
Her breath hitched. Her thighs trembled.
And then, with one hand on her waist and the other guiding me in, I began to push forward—inch by inch—letting her take me, stretch around me, until I was buried deep.
“Good girl,” I growled. “Now stay still while I show you what it means to belong to me.”
Her breath hitched the moment I pushed in deeper, my hand firm on her waist, guiding the rhythm like a slow, deliberate waltz. Every inch was a promise. Every retreat, a tease. I leaned in, my chest brushing her back, lips trailing over her shoulder.
“You feel that?” I whispered against her skin, voice low and thick. “How perfectly you take me… like you were made for this.”