Chapter 34 – Silas - In the Ashes #2
I bite down on her bottom lip until she gasps, then slide my mouth along her jaw, down to her throat.
I don’t kiss gently. I drag my teeth against her skin, feeling the tremor that runs through her as I nip at the edge of her pulse.
Her fingers twist in my hair, yanking me closer, hard enough to sting.
“Don’t hold back,” she breathes, the words hot against my ear. “If you’re going to ruin me, do it properly.”
I grip her thigh, dragging it up against my hip, pressing into her until there’s no mistaking what she does to me. “Careful, Lydia,” I growl against her skin. “You’ll find I don’t stop once I start.”
She grins, feral, lips parted, breath ragged. “Good. Don’t.”
I drag my hand down her side, cupping her ass, pulling her tighter against me. She grinds her hips forward, friction sparking through the thin barrier of fabric between us. A hiss escapes my teeth. She feels it, revels in it. Her smirk widens, as if she’s already winning.
I shove her harder into the wall, my mouth trailing lower—collarbone, the top swell of her breast. I don’t ask permission when I yank her shirt down far enough to taste skin, to bite lightly where lace meets flesh. She arches into me, a sharp gasp slipping free before she bites it back.
Her hand slips between us, pressing against me through my pants, fingers curling, testing. My jaw locks, a curse torn from my throat. She watches me with those wicked eyes, her voice a taunt. “So much for control.”
I seize her wrist, pinning it above her head, grinding against her so she feels every inch of my restraint. “You think this is me losing it? You haven’t seen anything yet.”
She leans forward, lips brushing my ear, tongue flicking against the edge. “Then show me, Agent. Show me how far you’ll go before you break.”
The way she says Agent makes my blood roar. It’s an insult and a seduction at once, her reminder that she knows I’m lying to her, but she still wants me inside her.
I release her wrist only to shove her hands to my chest. She pushes, nails scraping down again, leaving trails that sting. I catch her mouth in another bruising kiss, swallowing her moan when I slip my hand into her pants, fingers finding bare heat.
She gasps against me, thighs tightening around my hand, her nails biting deeper into my chest. “Fuck, Silas—”
I grin against her mouth. “Say it again.”
Her eyes flash. She drags my lower lip between her teeth, tugging until it hurts. “Fuck. You.”
I plunge two fingers inside her, hard, claiming space. She jerks, a choked moan tumbling out before she can swallow it down. Her head tips back against the wall, lips parted, eyes burning into mine.
I curl my fingers, stroking deep, slow enough to torture, rough enough to remind her this isn’t gentleness—it’s possession. Her hips grind down against my hand, chasing it, demanding more.
“You’re already unraveling,” I whisper against her throat, teeth grazing the skin. “And I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
Her laugh comes in a broken moan. “You’re cocky.” She gasps again when I press harder, fingers working her faster, her knees threatening to give. “Cocky, arrogant bastard—”
“Keep insulting me,” I murmur, my thumb circling where she’s wettest, my voice rough. “It just makes you come faster.”
Her body tenses, trembles, a sharp whimper catching in her throat before she clamps her teeth into my shoulder to muffle it. I don’t stop. I want to feel her break on my hand before she ever lets me inside her.
She pants against my skin, hips grinding furiously, nails carving lines across my chest until I’m bleeding anew. Her eyes meet mine, wild and furious, but there’s no denying what’s happening to her body. She’s losing to me. And she fucking hates it.
I press harder, faster, my mouth crushing hers again until she moans into me, sharp and desperate. Her body shudders violently, her climax tearing through her as she clings to me, every curse on her tongue dissolving into a broken cry.
I drag my mouth from hers, breathing hard, watching her unravel in my arms, still grinding on my hand even as she trembles. “That’s it,” I growl. “Come for me. Show me you can’t fight it.”
When she finally sags against the wall, her body slick and trembling, she glares at me with fire still smoldering in her eyes. Her voice is a rasp. “I’m not done.”
I slide my fingers free, slick with her, and lift them to her lips. “Neither am I.”
She takes them into her mouth without breaking eye contact, sucking them clean, and it’s the most obscene, defiant act I’ve ever seen. My cock throbs so hard it hurts.
Her mouth glistens as she releases my fingers with a pop, eyes glinting like she just won a battle I didn’t know we were fighting. She whispers, low and sharp, “Now fuck me, Silas. And don’t you dare hold back.”
The hallway is too narrow, too exposed, the walls close enough to hear Elias murmuring to Mara behind the far door.
The thought of Elias hearing her scream for me almost tempts me to keep her here, pinned to plaster, defiled in the open.
But I want more than that. I want her naked, ruined, mine in a space where she can’t escape the truth of it.
I grab her thighs and lift her in one movement.
She gasps, legs wrapping tight around my waist, her nails clawing into my shoulders.
Her body grinds against me, heat pressing through my pants, wetness smearing against the hard line of my cock.
Her breath is hot against my ear as she bites down, making me grunt.
I slam my shoulder into the nearest door. The handle cracks, the wood groans, and we stumble into the dark room beyond. I kick it shut behind us and press her back against it, holding her there with my weight, grinding into her until she moans against my mouth.
“Not here to be gentle,” I growl, ripping her shirt down, lace tearing under my hands. Her bra snaps loose, and her breasts spill into my palms.
She gasps, head snapping back when I drag my mouth down to her nipple, tongue flicking, teeth biting until she moans loud as I suck hard, rolling the peak between my teeth before dragging my tongue across it, circling, taunting.
Her hips jerk against me, grinding harder, her nails scoring red lines across my back.
“You want to play at control?” I mutter against her chest, teeth grazing her nipple again, making her cry out. “You’re not the one in charge here.”
Her laugh is breathless, defiant. “We’ll see.”
I lower her, letting her feet hit the floor.
She drops to her knees before I can stop her, eyes locked on mine as she palms me through my pants.
She unbuckles me with sharp, impatient movements, tugging my cock free, hard and throbbing.
Her lips curve in a wicked smile as she strokes me once, twice, squeezing the base until my head throbs with pressure.
“You’re so fucking hard for me,” she whispers, tongue flicking across the tip, tasting the first drop of precome. “Doesn’t sound like you’re the one in control.”
I snarl, fingers sinking into her hair, forcing her mouth wider as I push into her throat. She gags once, palms bracing against my thighs, but she doesn’t push me away. She swallows me down, lips stretched, eyes watering, and it’s the filthiest, most perfect sight I’ve ever seen.
“Good girl,” I rasp, pulling her hair tighter, fucking into her mouth with slow, controlled thrusts. “Take it. Take all of it.”
She moans around me, the vibrations shooting fire straight through my spine.
Her tongue swirls against the underside, lips sliding slick down the shaft, saliva dripping down her chin.
She pulls back enough to drag her tongue across the head, licking up every drop before swallowing me again, harder this time.
I curse, hips snapping forward, losing rhythm. She smirks around my cock, eyes gleaming like she just broke something in me. I yank her off, a string of spit connecting her mouth to the tip.
“You’re playing with fire,” I growl.
She wipes her chin with the back of her hand, still on her knees, eyes blazing. “Then burn me.”
I haul her up, slam her back onto the mattress. She sprawls, I yank off her jeans, exposing her soaked panties. I tear them down in one savage motion, toss them aside. Her thighs spread, glistening, waiting.
“Look at you,” I mutter, sliding two fingers through her folds, teasing her clit until she whimpers. “Already ruined, and I haven’t even given you what you begged for.”
Her hips buck against my hand. “Stop teasing. Fuck me.”
I bend down, mouth closing around her nipple again, sucking hard until she gasps. My other hand works between her thighs, fingers pumping inside her, thumb circling, driving her higher. She writhes beneath me, moaning, biting her lip raw as she chases the edge.
When she’s trembling, on the verge, I pull my hand away. She growls, furious, trying to grab me. I pin her wrists above her head with one hand, my cock pressing against her entrance, slick and ready.
“You ride me,” I tell her, voice rough. “You want control so badly—take it.”
Her eyes blaze, lips curling. “Gladly.”
I flip us, lying back against the mattress, dragging her onto my lap. She straddles me, hair wild, eyes burning with challenge. She lowers herself slowly, inch by inch, until I’m buried inside her, stretching her open, filling her so deep she cries out.
“Fuck,” she gasps, hands gripping my chest.
I clutch her hips, holding her down as she adjusts, my cock throbbing inside her. The heat of her, the way she clenches around me, makes my vision blur.
She grinds once, slow, teasing, then starts to ride me hard, reckless, every thrust a defiance, every moan a challenge. Her nails dig into my chest, her body arching as she slams down again and again.
I groan, thrusting up into her, meeting her rhythm, making her cry out louder. Her breasts bounce with every movement, nipples peaked, begging for my mouth. I grab one, sucking hard, flicking my tongue across the tip until she screams my name.
She rides me faster, harder, lost to the rhythm, her hair sticking to her damp skin. “You’re going to unmake me,” she gasps, voice breaking.
I grip her ass, thrusting up so hard she nearly falls forward. My teeth find her throat, biting down just shy of breaking skin. “Then I’ll build you back the way I want you.”
Her climax rips through her, body convulsing, cunt squeezing me so tight I almost lose it. She screams, nails tearing bloody trails across my chest, hips jerking as wave after wave crashes through her.
I don’t let her stop. I thrust harder, faster, slamming into her until she’s sobbing, clinging to me, begging for more even as her body shakes.
I explode inside her with a roar, pulling her down hard against me, burying myself to the hilt. Heat floods her, my release spilling deep as I hold her against me, panting against her throat.
She collapses onto my chest, trembling, still twitching around me.
I stroke her hair back, voice rough against her ear. “You’re mine now. Every fucking piece of you.”
Her lips curl against my skin, a whisper more dangerous than any knife. “For now.”
Her body is still trembling, chest pressed to mine, hair damp and wild across my throat.
The room stinks of sex, sweat, blood, and the faint rot of dust from the cracked doorframe we forced our way through.
My cock is still inside her, pulsing as aftershocks roll through her, her cunt clenching sporadically like she hasn’t decided whether she’s finished with me or not.
She doesn’t move.
That’s what catches me. She’s on my chest, breath ragged, nails still dug into my skin like she’s afraid I’ll vanish if she loosens her grip.
Her head tilts, lips brushing the edge of my jaw. “That was reckless.”
I grin, though it feels more like a snarl. “So was riding me like you meant to tear the bed in half.”
She huffs a laugh, quick and sharp, but there’s a fracture in it. Her hand slides across my chest, fingertips tracing one of the claw marks she left, smeared red and raw. She watches her own hand like she doesn’t recognize it, like she can’t quite believe she marked me.
“You’ll regret this,” she whispers.
I seize her chin, forcing her eyes to meet mine. “No. You will, if you think you can run from it.”
She doesn’t flinch. Her eyes burn, stormy, but she doesn’t try to shove me off. She just looks at me like she’s weighing how much of herself she lost in this room—and how much she’s willing to lose again.
Her body twitches against mine, another spasm of aftershock pleasure rolling through her. I groan low, my cock thickening inside her again. She feels it, smirks, and rocks her hips deliberately, squeezing around me just to prove she can still take control.
“You’re insatiable,” she says.
“For you,” I correct. My voice is rough, final, carved in stone.
For once, she doesn’t argue. Her lips curve faintly, the smirk stripped of venom, something almost softer in its place—but not safe, never safe. “We’ll see.”
I roll us, pinning her beneath me again, my weight pressing her into the mattress, cock sliding deeper inside her with the movement. She gasps, fingernails biting into my shoulders, but she doesn’t push me off.
I drag my mouth down her throat, teeth scraping, my hand locking her wrist against the pillow. “No, Lydia. You’ll see. And you’ll fucking beg me not to let go.”
Her laugh is shaky, almost broken, but she arches into me, her body betraying her every bit as much as her silence does.
For the first time, she doesn’t pull away. She stays.
And I know—whether she admits it or not—her fracture is mine to keep.