Chapter 22
Silas
The egg timer dinged again.
But neither of us moved this time.
The tension in the tiny kitchen was so thick, I’m not sure we could have cut it with a knife.
Before either of us so much as breathed, a whimper escaped from her lips, sending a jolt directly to my dick.
“What do you want, Colette?” I asked, trying not to feel shaken by the timbre of my own voice. “Tell me what you need. Everything I have is yours.”
She didn’t respond, but her hand followed the line of my arm where it lay frozen, pressed against her soaking core. “Please, Silas.” Her voice was so faint, even in the snowed-in cabin, where everything could be heard, I struggled to follow her words.
“Please, what, baby?” My lips worked at her pulse point, sucking the soft skin. “Use your words, Colette. You’re so good with them.”
She cried out as she tried to lean back into me, to throw her head on my shoulder and ride out whatever this thing was building between us.
I ‘tsked’ softly. I relinquished my hold on her and turned her around. With one large hand against her back, I pushed her forward, pressing her forward into the countertop. “I read some of that book you brought with you,” I rasped, rutting into her from behind. “After you fell asleep last night.”
“What?”
“You stopped right before it got interesting.” I knelt down behind her, pressing my lips against the swell of her ass, the back of her thighs, the freckle on the back of her knee. “The knight in your story, do you know what he was about to do to his queen?”
She shook her head, fingers searching for purchase against the marble countertop.
“Let me show you, menace.”
Hooking my finger through her underwear, I tugged them down in a single motion. Colette jolted under my touch. And probably not from the cold. I discarded them quickly, grabbing onto the back of her thigh.
“Lift your leg, pretty thing. Let me see how soaked your cunt is, just from my words.” She did as told, hiking her leg up to rest on the countertop.
She was glistening. Her arousal smeared across her center and down her thighs.
“My god,” I muttered, fighting every urge to feast on her.
“He did it a little differently,” I mused, pressing sloppy kisses to the inside of her thighs as I crept closer to her wetness.
“But his queen was dutiful and obedient to him; she was not a menace.”
A puff of air against her clit had her writhing against the countertop. “I’ll have to adjust for you.”
“Silas, please.”
“Please what?”
“Please shut up and fucking fuck me.”
“Are you sure—”
With a groan, Colette rocked her hips backwards, searching for — and missing my mouth. “That won’t do.” Another ‘tsk’ as I shifted backwards.
“You’re going to be good, and you’re going to listen to me.” My hand kneaded a handful of her ass as I waited for her to respond. “Do you understand?”
“No,” she managed, cutting her eyes at me.
“Very well.” My hand came down on her backside with a ‘crack’, causing her to jolt. A little pink splotch appeared on her backside. “Now do you understand?”
With her eyes still slinging daggers at me, she nodded.
And I descended.
With a single shift forward, I sucked her clit into my mouth, using my tongue to rub ruinous circles around the sensitive bud.
Her hips rolled again, bearing down against my face.
“That’s better,” I muttered, releasing her clit in favor of licking a stripe through her arousal, biting back my own moan.
“It was like this, the scene between the knight and the queen,” I mouthed, lips brushing against her entrance. “He had her shoved back against a wall, and I have you pressed up against the counter. But that’s nothing but semantics, menace.”
The sound of breathy moans filled the air around us as I worked her with my fingers.
“Gods, Colette,” I couldn’t help myself as I lapped at her like a man starved.
Like a beggar in the desert, lost for forty years.
She was the only sustenance I would ever need.
I clung to her, fingers leaving marks on her thighs as I devoured her.
“Silas,” she whimpered above me, the moment in her hips growing erratic.
“Fuck, baby. So quickly?” I could feel her fluttering around my tongue as she prepared to come undone for me. One of my hands crept up to her clit, coaxing her closer and closer to her third orgasm at my hands. “Say it — say that no one makes you feel this way, pretty.”
“No—” her words died on a gasp when I pulled back, leaving her dripping and wanting. “No one—”
A flick, gentle, but directly on her swollen clit. “Do better, Colette.”
“No one makes me feel like you, Silas,” she managed, panting as she clenched around my tongue.
“Better than your smutty books?”
“Shut up,” she hissed, “shut up and make me come, Silas.”
“Greedy thing,” but I conceded, delving my tongue in quick, languish movements as my fingers strummed at her clit. My own moans mixed with hers in the cold winter air, free hand dropping to stroke myself through my sweats. “Fuck.”
She fell apart on me, thighs clenching at my ears as she came on my mouth. I drank down every bit of her climax, my cock twitching in my pants as I savored every drop.