20. PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA #3
“Si,” I whimpered, the sound stripped of any pride. “Please. Si, please.”
He pulled back an inch, his chest heaving, looking down at me with eyes that were black with pure lust. “Please what, baby?”
“You…” My voice cracked, shamelessly begging for the surrender I desperately needed. “Please. I need you.”
“Only if you can be quiet.” Silas’s voice was a low, gravelly vibration that sent a shiver down my spine. “Your parents’ room is right across the hall.”
“I’ll be quiet.”
We stripped each other with a frantic, uncoordinated urgency.
Silas reached into his duffel bag, grabbing a bottle of lube.
He prepped me with a fast, efficient thoroughness that told me he was as desperate for the connection as I was.
When he finally lined himself up at my slick entrance, the sheer, thick size of him made my muscles stretch. I let out a sharp, involuntary gasp.
He immediately dropped his entire body weight over mine as he clamped his large, calloused hand firmly over my mouth, muffling the sound instantly.
“Shh.” He whispered directly into my ear. “Not a sound, husband.”
He drove into me in one long, smooth, agonizingly deep thrust. I moaned into his palm, my back arching violently off the mattress, my eyes rolling back in my head. The sensation was staggering. It anchored me to the bed, to the room, to the moment, completely obliterating the nightmares of my past.
Silas began to move, setting a punishing, relentless pace. Every time his hips crashed against mine, the small full-size bed creaked dangerously, forcing him to slow down and use his own core strength to absorb the impact, grinding deep into me instead.
“You feel so fucking good,” Si growled quietly. His lips brushed against the shell of my ear, his hand still clamped tightly over my mouth.
I was losing my mind. The sensory deprivation of having my mouth covered, the restriction of my breathing, the sheer physical dominance he was exerting over me, it was dismantling.
I whined against his palm, my hips snapping up to meet his every downward grind, chasing the friction with a feral desperation.
He shifted, pulling his hand away from my mouth just long enough to grab the back of my neck. He flipped our position in one swift, powerful motion, putting me onto my stomach and pressing my face deeply into the soft feather pillow.
“Bite the pillow,” he ordered, his voice dark and commanding.
I opened my mouth, biting down hard on the cotton casing as Si grabbed my hips, pulling me onto my knees.
drove back into me from behind. Every thrust pushed me harder into the mattress, the physical sensation completely washing away the ache, the fear, and the grief of the day.
He was ruthless, fucking me with a primal, possessive rhythm that demanded every single ounce of my focus.
I couldn’t think about anything else. I could only think about the blinding, white-hot pleasure building in my gut, spiraling tighter and tighter until I felt like I was going to shatter into a million pieces.
I cried into the pillow, the words muffled and broken. “Si, fuck, I’m coming!”
“Do it,” Silas commanded, his own voice straining, his hips snapping forward with a final, brutal speed. “Come for me, baby.”
I came so hard my vision went completely white, a muffled sound tearing from my throat and dying in the fabric of the pillow. My body convulsed, my internal muscles clenching violently around him, milking him until he let out a breathless, jagged groan and poured his own release deep inside of me.
We collapsed onto the small bed, a tangled, sweaty mess of exhausted limbs and racing hearts.
My head rested on Silas’s broad chest. His fingers traced lazy patterns onto my bare shoulder.
The physical release did exactly what I needed it to do.
It cleared the suffocating fog from my brain, leaving behind a sharp, undeniable clarity.
I listened to his heartbeat, the steady thump-thump-thump acting as my metronome.
“Si?”
“Yeah, baby?”
I hesitated, closing my eyes. “Will you… Will you go to the house with me tomorrow?”
His hand stopped moving on my shoulder.
I swallowed hard, vulnerability making my chest tight.
“I told David I didn’t want anything. And I meant it.
I never wanted to step foot in that rotting hellhole again.
But…before Fiona left, she used to take Polaroids.
Family photos. When I was really little.
Before the drinking got bad.” I took a shaky breath.
“I hid a shoe box full of them in my old bedroom so Ewan wouldn’t find them and burn them.
I don’t even know if they’re still there.
I don’t even know what state that house is in now. But if they are…I want them.”
Si’s arms tightened around me, his lips pressing a firm, infinitely tender kiss to the top of my head.
“Absolutely. I will be right beside you the entire time. We’ll tear the floorboards up with our bare hands if we have to. I’ll be there through it all.”