13. Silas
CHAPTER 13
SILAS
I can barely contain myself as Harper fumbles with her keys, trying to unlock her apartment door. My hands roam over her body, sliding up her thighs and under her skirt. She gasps as my fingers graze the edge of her panties.
"Silas, I can't concentrate with you doing that."
I chuckle and nip at her neck. "Then hurry up. I need you now."
Finally, the lock clicks and we stumble inside. I press her against the wall, my hands roaming her curves as our lips meet in a heated kiss. She moans softly into my mouth, spurring me on. I trail kisses down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. My fingers find the hem of her dress, slowly inching it upward.
"Silas," she breathes, her voice thick with desire.
I drop to my knees before her, looking up to meet her lust-filled gaze. Slowly, I slide her panties down her legs, drinking in the sight of her. I lift one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her to me.
The first swipe of my tongue makes her gasp. I take my time, teasing and tasting, savoring every sound she makes. Her fingers tangle in my hair, urging me closer. I focus my attention on her most sensitive spots, circling and flicking my tongue just the way she likes.
Harper's breathing grows ragged as I build her pleasure higher and higher. I can feel her trembling against me, so close to the edge. I redouble my efforts, determined to make her come undone. With a cry of ecstasy, she shatters, her body shaking with release. I hold her steady, drawing out every last wave of pleasure.
When she stills, I rise to my feet and gather her in my arms. She looks up at me, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling.
"Bedroom?" I ask with a grin.
Harper nods eagerly, and points to a door at the end of the hall. I carry her, still trembling against my shoulder. Her taste lingers on my tongue as I toss her onto the bed. She looks up at me, cheeks flushed, eyes heavy with desire.
"Silas," she reaches for me.
I crawl over to her, mesmerized by the sight of her perfect body splayed across the sheets. My hands roam her curves as I capture her lips in a searing kiss. She moans into my mouth, arching against me.
"I'm not done with you yet," I growl, trailing kisses down her neck.
Shivering, she tangles her fingers in my hair. "Good," she pants. "Because I need more of you. All of you."
I'm all too happy to oblige.
I peel her lacy panties down her smooth legs. My breath catches as I reveal her most intimate places. She shivers, whether from arousal or nerves, I'm not sure.
"Stand up," I command softly.
Harper obeys, her eyes wide and filled with curiosity and trepidation as she watches me closely. In one fluid motion, I pull her over my lap, and she lets out a small gasp of surprise that cuts through the still air.
"Silas, what are you—" she begins, her voice tinged with confusion and anticipation.
Before she can finish, my hand comes down with a resounding smack on her exposed skin, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Harper yelps, a sharp cry that resonates with shock and a hint of something else.
"I'm tired of games," I growl, my voice filled with resolve, each word emphasized by the sharp, decisive slaps that follow. "No more maybes. No more 'we'll see.' I want a commitment."
Harper squirms on my lap, her body reacting instinctively to the stinging sensation. Her pale skin gradually flushes a delicate shade of pink. Her whimpers fill the space between us, adding to the charged atmosphere.
"Tell me you're mine," I demand, my voice firm yet carrying an underlying urgency. "Only mine."
With any warning, I flip Harper over, my fingers digging into the supple curves of hips, anchoring myself as I drive into her with desperate need. Her skin is slick with sweat, shimmering under the dim light, as her cries of pleasure fill the air, a symphony of raw, unbridled ecstasy. Each powerful thrust is punctuated by the sharp crack of my hand meeting her flesh, leaving a crimson imprint on her smooth, rounded ass. The sting makes her gasp, her back arching like a bow, taut and ready.
"Who do you belong to?" I growl, my voice a low, feral rumble as I tangle my fingers in her hair, gripping tightly. The scent of her, of us, is thick in the air.
"You!" she screams, her voice hoarse with need. "Only you, Silas!" Her body convulses, a tremor of surrender and release.
Her words ignite something primal inside me. I increase my pace, pounding into her relentlessly as she grips the sheets. The bed creaks beneath us with the force of our lovemaking. I'm consumed by the heat of her body, the softness of her skin, the intoxicating scent of her arousal.
Harper's moans grow louder, more desperate. I can feel her trembling, teetering on the edge. With a final hard smack to her ass, she comes undone, crying out my name as waves of pleasure crash over her. The pulsing of her inner walls pushes me over the brink, and I follow her into ecstasy.
“No more bullshit, baby. I know I fucked up. I know I gave you a hard time.” I grasp her hand, threading my fingers through hers. “But I promise, you’ve turned me into the biggest fan of the color pink. Whatever brings you joy makes me happy.”
“Are you admitting your undying love?”she asks with a giggle.
Without hesitation, I answer, “Yes, Harper Brooks. I love you.”
“I love you too,” she says with a smile that makes my heart soar. She wipes the sweat off her brow and curls into my embrace, giving me a light slap on the cheek. “Maybe you can add some of my merchandise to your suites?”
I pull her closer and kiss her forehead. “Not a chance.”