Chapter 11
Eleven
Hallie
A shiver of anticipation races down my spine as Silas's piercing green eyes lock onto mine, our bodies pressed tightly together in a passionate embrace. The air around us feels electric, charged with a desire that is impossible to deny.
“Please,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need. His hands roam over my body, igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume us both. Our lips crash together, desperate and hungry, tongues dancing in a rhythm that leaves me breathless and wanting more.
“God, Hallie,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice low and husky, “I can't get enough of you.”
His fingers tease the hem of dress, slipping underneath the fabric and ghosting across my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I arch my back, pressing myself closer to him, the heat of his body searing into me like a brand.
“Si . . . please,” I beg, unsure of what exactly I'm asking for but certain that only he can provide it.
“Anything, baby,” he promises, his eyes darkening with lust and something deeper, something I can't quite name. He rips my dress in half, exposing my body to him. I gasp in shock, but there’s no time to think about it because his hands to explore me, roughly tracing the curve of my waist and the swell of my hips. He’s rougher than I expect, or would normally want, but the pain makes me delirious with pleasure.
“Your touch . . . it's like magic,” I confess, my heart pounding in my chest as I allow myself to be swept away by the intensity of our connection. His lips find mine again, claiming me with a ferocity that sends shivers down my spine.
“Only because it's you,” he whispers, his words sending a thrill through me. “You're everything, Hallie. You don’t even know.”
As we continue to lose ourselves in each other's touch, I can't help but wonder how this man has managed to burrow so deeply under my skin, how his presence has become something I crave like a drug. I barely know him, but it feels like I’ve had him before.
The sensation of Silas's fingertips tracing circles on my arm, coaxing goosebumps to rise on my skin, leaves me breathless. The heat of his body pressed against mine contrasts with the cool air in the dimly lit room, creating a perfect storm of desire and need.
“Silas,” I whisper, my voice barely audible as our lips part, each ragged breath feeling like an eternity. “This . . . it feels so familiar.”
His piercing green eyes search mine. “Yeah?” He stares at me, as if waiting for me to say more, but I don’t know what he wants to hear.
I shiver, but can't shake the nagging feeling that there's something more. Memories of a haunting dream stir in the back of my mind, clouding my thoughts and causing a flicker of doubt.
“Maybe you’ve always been mine,” he says, kissing my jaw, distracting me from my thoughts as he continues to explore my body with calloused precision. Every touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting a fire within me that demands to be quenched.
“Maybe you're right,” I concede, my doubts fading as the pleasure he elicits consumes me. “Whatever the reason, I can't deny how good this feels.”
“Let me show you just how good it can be,” Silas murmurs, his voice a seductive promise that has me arching into his touch, desperate for more.
His scent envelops me, a heady mixture of sandalwood and spice that ignites something primal within. My hands reach up to tangle in his dark hair as our lips collide again, the taste of him intoxicating. Our breaths, ragged and uneven, create an unspoken symphony that echoes through the room.
“Tell me what you want,” Silas murmurs against my skin, his voice rough with desire.
“More,” I gasp, my body trembling with need. “I want more of you, Si.”
As if responding to some unspoken command, Silas's hands begin their exploration, tracing every curve and contour of my body. His touch is both gentle and possessive, as though he's staking a claim on each inch of me, branding me as his own. The sensation leaves me weak with longing, craving the intensity only he can provide.
“Is this what you want?” Silas asks, his fingers ghosting over a particularly sensitive spot, causing me to jolt with pleasure.
“Y-yes,” I stutter, my voice barely a whisper. He smiles wickedly, clearly enjoying the effect he has on me.
“Good girl,” he replies, his tone laced with satisfaction. “You deserve nothing less than the best, Hallie. And I intend to give it to you.”
He lowers his face to my core, pulling my thong to the side and diving face first into my pussy. I scream out in pleasure as his lips suction around my clit.
He laughs then, a deep guttural sound I can feel the vibration of against my skin. His tongue traces my lips, sinking into me, then back up to my clit again. He thrusts two fingers inside me and I thresh from the invasion, but then he adds a third and I can’t contain myself.
“Silas,” I breathe out, my chest heaving as the waves of pleasure threaten to consume me. “Don't stop. Please . . . don't ever stop.”
“Never,” he promises, his eyes locked on mine as his hands continue their relentless journey. “I'm not going anywhere, Hallie. Not until you come all over my fingers and then again all over my cock. And even then, I’m going to make you do it all over again.”
And as Silas's touch leaves me trembling on the precipice of ecstasy, I can't help but believe him. He is not just the kind, enigmatic neighbor next door. There’s something dark in his eyes, but not scary. I don’t know why, but I trust him.
I moan, feeling the pleasure building within me as his hands expertly navigate the landscape of my body. “I . . . I can't take much more.”
“Yes you can, and you will.”
He quickens his pace, fucking me with his hand while licking my clit like I’m the most delicious dessert he’s ever had.
“Let go, Hallie,” he urges, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine. “Come for me.”
I surrender to his words, allowing the tidal wave of sensation to crash over me. As I tremble in the aftermath, Silas captures my lips with his own, swallowing my cries of ecstasy as we share a searing kiss that leaves us both breathless.
But he only waits a moment before standing and lifting me up, carrying me to his bedroom and tossing me on the bed. My ripped dress still dangles from one arm and my hair has come loose from its bun.
I watch him pull his belt off as he stares at me. Next, his T-shirt, which he pulls over his head with one quick swipe. Standing before me in a pair of dark jeans, he palms himself through the fabric.
I can’t help but stare back, my tongue darting out to lick my bottom lip. He’s glorious. Strong, broad shoulders, a glistening six-pack, and that V of his hip bones trailing a path below the denim, pointing to exactly what I want.
Silas towers over me, his muscular frame casting a shadow across my bare skin. I feel small and vulnerable beneath him, but also protected in a way I've never experienced before. His eyes blaze with raw desire as he slowly unbuttons his jeans, maintaining eye contact the entire time. I hold my breath in anticipation, my body nearly vibrating with need.
“Tell me what you want, Hallie,” he commands, his voice gravelly with lust.
“You,” I pant. “All of you.”
A sly smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. In one smooth motion, he drops his jeans, freeing his massive cock. I gasp at the sight of him, hardened and ready for me. Gripping my thighs, he parts them effortlessly and settles between my legs. The tip of him teases my entrance and I whimper with anticipation.
“Wait,” I say. He stops moving and watches me. “Aren’t you going to use a condom?”
A smirk curls his lips upward and he breathes out a laugh. “No, Hallie. There’s no way I’m letting anything come between me feeling all of you.”
I gasp at his words.
“I would never put you in danger. You trust me?”
Do I? I don’t know him, but I’d already decided to trust him.
I nod.
“Good girl.”
“But what about pregnancy? Aren’t you worried? I’m not on the pill.”
He groans and I feel the tip of his cock swell against me.
“If you want me to shoot my cum all over this pretty little face, then I’ll do that,” he says, nuzzling his face against mine. “But if you let me, I’ll come deep inside your cunt, too. Make you carry my baby. You’ll look so beautiful with a round, full belly.”
Jesus fuck. I’ve never been turned on by talk like that before, but something about Silas saying it while holding himself over me, waiting to thrust his massive cock in me, is making me dripping wet. He notices.
“You're so wet, baby,” Silas growls, his voice thick with desire. “You know how much I've wanted this, don't you?”
“Yes,” I pant, arching my hips upwards, desperate to feel him inside me.
He doesn't disappoint. With a low growl, Silas plunges into me, filling me completely and stretching me in ways I never thought possible. The sensation of him inside me is both painful and exquisite at the same time. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, my fingernails digging into the sheets beneath me.
“Tell me how it feels,” he demands, his grip on my hips tightening.
“So . . . good,” I manage to gasp, my entire body on fire. “You feel incredible.”
With a primal growl, Silas starts a punishing rhythm, his hips pounding into mine with an intensity that leaves me breathless. His thrusts hit deep within me, the sensation both delicious agony and the sweetest pleasure. I arch my back, my moans filling the room as I edge closer to the precipice of ecstacy.
“Yes! Like that,” I cry out, my nails digging into his back. “Don't stop!”
But Silas doesn't just maintain his pace; he increases it, driving into me with a fury I’d never experienced before.
His movements become even wilder, animalistic, as if he's a ravenous beast unleashed from its cage. He growls, his grip on my hips tightening, as he slams into me with a force that borders on savage, but oh so perfect.
“You're so tight, Hallie,” he grunts, his breath hot in my ear. “You feel better than anything I've ever had.”
His words send a delicious shiver down my spine, spurring me on to meet his primal urgency with my own. Our bodies slam together, our moans of pleasure echoing off the walls of the dimly lit room.
He brings his hand up to wrap around my throat and my eyes widen as he squeezes hard enough to block my breathing. Not letting up on the rhythm of his thrusts, he watches me as my eyes flutter. I feel lightheaded and dizzy but pleasure pools in stomach and I crave more.
“Come on, angel. Come on this cock. Let me feel you milk it.”
As Silas's grip on my throat tightens, I'm on the verge of blacking out, but the pain and the pleasure are so entwined that I can't tell where one ends and the other begins. His commanding voice and the power he exudes only intensifies the sensations coursing through my body. I've never felt more alive, more alive than I do right now with him.
“That's it, baby,” he growls. “God, I've wanted to fuck you into next week since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
The way he talks, the raw, primal nature of it all, only adds fuel to the fire within me. My core clenches around his thick length, and the orgasm I've been edging towards consumes me like a tidal wave, wiping away all thoughts except for the pleasure he’s giving me.
I ride out my orgasm on his dick, feeling his thrusts, but no longer able to meet them, My muscles tense and then relax, leaving me laying like a rag doll on his bed. He doesn’t stop though.
Silas's grip loosens slightly on my throat, but he doesn't let up on the relentless pace of his thrusts. His chest heaving, he continues to pound into me with a single-minded intensity that both frightens and arouses me.
“You're mine, Hallie,” he growls, his green eyes boring into mine, the primal lust in them sending a shiver down my spine. “You belong to me now, understand?”
Unable to form words, I nod, my body still tingling from the aftershocks of my orgasm. He grunts in response, his thrusts growing even more frenzied as he nears his own release.
“Fuck, angel. I need to claim you. I’m gonna come all over that pretty face, okay?”
I nod, barely able to move, but warm from the erotic thrill of his words. He pulls out of me, moving to kneel next to my head. I watch him jerk his cock as he positions it just right.
I smile at him lazily, and that’s enough to do it.
“Fuck,” he calls out, as ropes of cum shoot all over my lips, my cheeks, my forehead. It’s warm and salty as I lick whatever my tongue can reach, while watching as he wrings out every last drop for me.
He shoves the tip of his cock into my mouth to clean him up and I oblige, licking him until he can’t take any more and pulls away.
I feel the loss of him but only for a moment, before he lifts me up and sets me on top of his chest, wrapping his arms around me protectively.
I lay my head on his heaving chest, soaking in the aftermath of our passionate tryst. The room is silent, save for the faint background roar of the city and the soft ticking of the clock on the wall.
My mind reels from the intensity of what just transpired between us. The way he'd claimed me, marked me as his own, both terrified and excited me in equal measure. I'd never known such primal desire, such a loss of control. Yet, in his arms, I felt safe, protected, and oddly enough, cherished.
“I've never . . . ,” I start to say, unsure of how to process what just happened between us.
I pause, still trying to gather my swirling thoughts. Silas gently strokes my hair and I feel myself relaxing into his touch.
“You've never what, angel?” he asks softly. His voice is a soothing caress now, so unlike the commanding growl from moments before.
I bite my lip, hesitating to give voice to my jumbled emotions. “I've never . . . let go like that before,” I finally admit. “I didn't know I was capable of feeling such . . . raw desire.”
Silas cups my chin, tilting my face up to meet his penetrating gaze. His eyes search mine, seeing straight through to my core.
“Neither did I, until you,” he murmurs. “You awaken things in me I thought were long dead.”
My heart flutters at his words. I want to ask what he means, but I sense there are hidden parts of him not yet ready to be revealed.
He pulls a blanket over us and I feel warm and secure, cocooned in his arms in a way unlike anything I’ve felt before. But as I drift off to sleep, something nags at the back of my mind. The familiarity. The way he touched me, moved in me.
“Angel,” he whispers.
My eyes open wide.