Chapter 13
She stood in front of her mirror, taking in one last look at herself before shedding her formal attire she had worn all night. She traced her finger down her scar on her face, the makeup Raine put on it to cover it up impressing her.
“I wish you would have left that uncovered.” Silas walked up behind her watching her in the mirror.
“I didn’t want people asking about it,” she replied, her hands falling to her side trying to relax. Her stomach was in knots and her nerves were shot from the night making it hard to unwind.
Silas stepped up against her back and felt his finger graze down her arm, his other hand wrapping around her stomach making her breath hitch. He lowered his head to her neck and left a gentle kiss against it, her skin forming goosebumps from his touch.
If it wasn’t for all the years together and the trust she built with him, she would be retreating from his touch.
“You are way too tense,” he whispered, his finger now tracing up her stomach and stopping under her covered breast.
“I don’t mean to worry you,” she breathed trying to keep her heart from beating too fast. She could feel herself react to his touch in a way she hasn’t felt in a long time.
It was either exhaustion or the simple lack of caring anymore that made her react in such a way. She wasn’t going to try and figure it out.
His eyes looked at her in the mirror, drinking her in from head to toe before letting out a shuttered breath. “You are so fucking beautiful.” he muttered against her neck.
She smiled and leaned into him a little more, his grip on her tightening gently. He brushed his lips from her lower neck to her ear and she found herself tilting her head to give his lips full access to it. His breath hit her ear and she could feel the shutter of arousal go down her spine.
“Silas,” she whispered, her eyes closing.
“Do you want me to stop?” he questioned tenderly. His hand on her stomach moved up, a thumb finding its way under her top to graze under her bare breast. A small exhale of approval escaped her lips.
“This would cross that line we keep dancing around,” she breathed.
“Then don’t create the line, I never did.
” His kiss deepened into her neck. His hand that had been brushing her side now traveled around to her back, making enough room between them to loosen her corset.
She then felt him travel down along her side, his finger digging under her waistband and traced along the edge of it around her front.
“I don’t expect anything to change if you don’t want it to Alyra, and I’ll stop now with no feelings hurt.” His hands paused and his lips found her ear again. “But I felt you on the dance floor, and I can sense you now.” His voice was soft but she could tell he was hesitant to ask.
She let out another shuttered breath, her eyes staying closed as she tried to find her words. Lust roared inside her and she couldn’t ignore his touch, even if it was the logical thing to do.
She pressed back into him more, giving him the silent ok to keep searching her body, and he did. One hand maneuvered under her loosened top and started to knead one of her breasts causing her to whimper, while the other continued lower down her skirt.
The feeling of his fingers gliding between her legs made her breath hitch, and could feel her thighs slick with her arousal.
“Are you sure about this?” he mumbled.
“Yes,” she breathed and grinded into him.
It was a terrible idea and it could change everything between them but he felt way too good to say no. The way her body was feeling was too much to try and fight and she trusted him enough to let him have her in the most intimate way.
She had only been with Declan so far, and if she ever told the truth to anyone, nothing felt right with him. Since she didn’t have experience she didn’t know how it was supposed to feel, but she knew what happened with him wasn’t it.
Maybe this would be different, and maybe this would change things for the better.
He pulled his hand from her and she groaned in protest.
His fingers unlaced her top the rest of the way and he pulled the whole thing over her head leaving her top half completely bare.
He spun her around quickly, his hand grabbing the back of her hair and tilted her head up to stare at him.
“You are sexy as hell,” he muttered as he leaned down to capture her lips, his free arm pulling her against him.
She glided her hands under his shirt and they separated long enough to toss it aside before he grabbed her again. He devoured her, his touch almost too rough for her liking but she ignored it.
Her nipples had peaked and were rubbing against his bare chest, his length hardening between them.
Quickly she grabbed at his pants and undid them, his full length coming free against her. She didn’t dare glance down while Silas had her mouth, but her hand stroked him and she felt her heart race even faster. He was not small, and the ache inside her pounded harder.
He grabbed under her butt and lifted her around his waist, walking towards a small dresser against the wall. She was surprised he didn’t take her to the bed, but she wasn’t going to complain. She needed this, she needed him.
He set her down in a hurry, pulling her leather skirt off leaving just the white fabric covering her. He moved the fabric to the side quickly so he could feel her naked center against him.
His fingers found her again, this time sliding all the way inside her and she sucked in a breath.
“You're so wet,” he groaned and retracted his fingers a second later.
Everything felt like it was going so fast, but the burning inside her roared and she didn’t object when he started to press his length inside her.
A moan rattled out of her chest, her mouth latched onto his and he pressed inside her even faster. A small amount of pain could be felt, and she knew he was a little large for her.
Once he was fully seated, he started rocking in and out of her and soon the pain subsided and she started to moan again.
He started to move faster, slamming into her now and all she could do was hold on to him as she sat on the edge of the dresser.
His hands stayed on her thighs, gripping her harder than she would prefer, and rhythmically thrusted into her with urgency. It felt ok enough and she kept moaning against his lips.
Finally, he moved one of his hands between them and started to rub her clit, her body instantly reacting. It had been so long since she had been touched, it didn’t take much before she felt the build up inside her. A few more thrusts and she came apart around him.
Her body shook and she could feel the pulsing ravage through her body just before he followed his own release.
Both panting, they stayed joined together for a minute and she was able to get her mind to focus again before he pulled away.
“You will probably want to wash up before bed.” He smirked and kissed her again, his hand grabbing the back of her head and pulling her closer.
“You might have to carry me there.” She chuckled.
She didn’t need to say anything more and he picked her up gently before starting to head towards the bathroom.
It took her a few minutes to clean up, her body sore and her mind racing.
She was coming down from the adrenaline that just coursed through her, and she felt odd. It wasn’t a terrible experience, but looking back she thought it would have been more intimate, even romantic after all the time they had spent together.
She was a hopeless romantic, always wanted that slow gentle love making and Declan only showed that a few times. It definitely wasn’t anywhere close to that with Silas, but at least that tension was now gone.
All that was left was to navigate what this meant and if it would change anything. It was stupid, but she could only hope things would get better from now on.
She returned to her bed a few minutes later, Silas already under the blankets with one arm behind his head. He was studying her, probably waiting to see if she was going to regret her decision.
A small part of her did, but she buried it deep inside her and gave him a reassuring smile while curling up next to him.
“How are you feeling?” he asked quietly.
“Exhausted.” She smirked. “But I won’t complain.”
His eyes searched her face, as if he was looking for something but she didn’t know what.
“I promise I’m ok.” She smiled and gave him another long kiss.
He moved his arm from behind him and cupped the side of her face, his thumb brushing along her lip.
“Maybe I just need to fuck you hard enough to break that wall down you built.” He teased, but something in his eyes made her stare at him for a second longer. “That is if you would want me to.” He smirked.
“Right now, I’m exhausted,” she giggled, “but we have plenty of time to figure things out.” A slight uneasy feeling washing over her at his odd statement.
He stared at her lips for a second, she could tell he was thinking about something and she couldn’t detect what. She kissed him one last time, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip and she squealed playfully.
She rested her head on his chest and she could hear his heart racing along with hers.
A lot just happened, but she felt an odd blanket of dread wash over her that she pushed away quickly. She wouldn’t live regretting her decisions. She said yes, she would live with it and start a new day tomorrow.