Chapter 14
SILAS
The words hang between us like a challenge, and I watch the doubt flicker across Nova's face. Her eyes narrow, defensive walls already building.
“You can't know that.” Her voice cracks on the last word.
I close the distance between us in two steps, my hands finding her waist, pulling her against me. Every muscle in my body draws tight as a wire. “I can.”
Her breath catches. Those freckles across her nose stand out stark against her flushed skin. “People change. They lie. They—”
“Not me.” My fingers tighten on her hips. “Not with you.”
She searches my face, and I let her see everything. The hunger that's been eating me alive since she walked into my life. The rage at what was done to her. The bone-deep need to prove I'm different from every bastard who came before.
Her lips part, and that's all the invitation I need. But she beats me to it, surging up on her toes, her mouth crashing into mine.
The kiss detonates through me. Her tongue slides against mine, and she tastes like wine and desperation. My hands fist in her hair, angling her head back to deepen the kiss. She moans into my mouth, and the sound shoots straight to my cock.
“Bedroom,” she gasps against my lips.
“Too far.” I lift her, and her legs wrap around my waist instantly. The couch is three steps away, and I'm already yanking at her shirt as I carry her.
She helps, pulling the fabric over her head and tossing it aside. Her bra follows—black lace that joins the growing pile on my floor. The sight of her bare breasts, the dark ink of her tattoos trailing across her skin, makes my mouth water.
“Fuck, you're perfect.” I set her on the arm of the couch, immediately bending to take a nipple in my mouth.
“Silas!” Her back arches, pushing more of herself against my tongue. Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me there as I suck and tease.
I switch to her other breast, my hands working at her jeans. She lifts her hips, helping me peel the denim down her legs. Her underwear goes with them, and then she's naked except for that leather choker around her throat.
“Your turn.” She reaches for my shirt, but I catch her wrists.
“Not yet.” I drop to my knees between her spread thighs. “I need to taste you first.”
Her eyes go wide, pupils blown black with want. “You don't have to—”
“I want to.” I press kisses up her inner thigh, feeling her tremble. “Been thinking about this all fucking day. How you taste. How you sound when I make you come on my tongue.”
“Jesus.” Her head falls back as I part her with my fingers, revealing pink, glistening flesh.
The first swipe of my tongue makes her cry out. She's already wet, already swollen with need. I circle her clit slowly, making her hips buck against my face.
“So fucking sweet.” I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to find that spot that makes her whole body jerk. “Could eat this pretty pussy for hours every day.”
“Please.” Her thighs shake on either side of my head. “Don't tease.”
I seal my lips around her clit and suck hard, pumping my fingers in a steady rhythm. She comes apart above me, her back bowing, a stream of curses falling from her lips. I work her through it, not letting up until she's pushing at my shoulders.
“Too much, too much—” She's panting, chest heaving.
I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Her taste coats my tongue, and I want more. Want everything.
But she's already reaching for my belt, her fingers sure despite their trembling. “My turn.”
She slides off the couch arm to her knees, and the sight of her there—naked, marked by my mouth, eyes dark with intent—nearly undoes me. She gets my pants open, shoving them down along with my boxers. My cock springs free, hard, and leaking.
“Fuck, look at you.” She wraps her hand around me, and I hiss through my teeth. “So hard for me already.”
“Nova—”
She cuts me off by taking me in her mouth, no warning, just wet heat engulfing me. My hands fly to her hair, not guiding, just needing to touch her. She takes me deep, her throat working around the head of my cock.
“God fucking damn it.” My hips jerk forward. “Your mouth—”
She pulls off with a wet pop, grinning up at me. “You like that?” She licks a stripe up the underside, tonguing the sensitive spot just below the head. “Like watching me on my knees for you?”
“You know I do.” My voice comes out wrecked.
She takes me deep again, one hand working what doesn't fit in her mouth, the other cupping my balls. She sets a punishing pace, and I can feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine.
“Stop.” I pull her off gently. “Not yet. Need to be inside you.”
She lets me haul her to her feet, spinning her to face the couch. “Hands on the cushions.”
She bends forward immediately, presenting that beautiful ass. I run my hands over the curves, spreading her wider. “Look how wet you are. Dripping down your thighs.”
“Please.” She pushes back against me. “I need you.”
I line myself up, rubbing the head of my cock through her folds. “Tell me what you need.”
“You.” She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder, and the need in her eyes steals my breath. “Your cock. Inside me. Now.”
I push in slowly, watching her stretch around me. We both groan at the sensation. She's tight, hot, exactly what I need. When I'm fully seated, I have to pause, overwhelmed by the feeling.
“Move.” She rocks back against me. “God, Silas, please move.”
I pull almost all the way out before slamming back in. The sound she makes—half scream, half moan—spurs me on. I set a brutal pace, one hand on her hip, the other tangled in her hair.
“Is this what you needed?” I punctuate each word with a thrust. “My cock filling you up?”
“Yes!” Her arms give out, and she collapses to her elbows. The new angle lets me go deeper, and we both curse.
I pull her up against my chest, still buried inside her. My hand finds her throat, not squeezing, just holding. “Want to feel you come on my cock. Can you do that for me?”
She nods frantically, one of her hands covering mine on her throat, the other reaching back to grip my hip. I snake my free hand down to circle her clit, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.
“That's it.” I bite down on the junction of her neck and shoulder. “Let go for me.”
She shatters with a broken cry, her pussy clenching around me in waves. I fuck her through it, drawing out her pleasure until she’s shaking in my arms.
“Can't—I can't stand—”
I pull out carefully, turning her to face me. Her legs do look unsteady, so I sit on the couch, pulling her into my lap. She sinks down on my cock with a whimper, her forehead dropping to my shoulder.
“Too sensitive?” I palm her ass, helping support her weight.
“No.” She lifts her head, and there are tears in her eyes—but she's smiling. “Just... intense.”
I kiss her slow and deep, tasting myself on her tongue. When we break apart, she starts to move, rolling her hips in a way that has me seeing stars.
“Fuck, just like that.” My head falls back against the couch. “Ride me just like that.”
She braces her hands on my shoulders, setting a slower pace than before but no less devastating. I watch where we're joined, mesmerized by the sight of my cock disappearing inside her.
“You feel so good.” She’s babbling now, lost in sensation. “So deep. Can feel you everywhere.”
“Yeah?” I thrust up to meet her, and she cries out. “This pussy was made for my cock. Taking me so well.”
Her movements grow erratic, and I can tell she's close again. I'm not far behind, my balls drawing up, that familiar pressure building.
“One more.” I find her clit again, rubbing circles. “Give me one more.”
“I can't—”
“You can.” I capture her mouth, swallowing her protests. “Come for me, Nova. Let me feel it.”
She breaks with a sob, her whole body locking up as her orgasm crashes through her. The feeling of her coming around me is too much. I bury myself deep and follow her over, pumping into her as I empty myself inside her.
We stay like that for long moments, both panting, sweat cooling on our skin. I can feel her heartbeat rapidly beating against my chest.
She lifts her head finally, and there's wonder in her eyes. “Holy shit.”
I brush damp hair back from her face. “Agreed.”
She shifts, and we both hiss as I slip out of her. I help her stand on shaky legs, then pull her back down to sprawl across the couch with me. She fits against my side perfectly, her head on my chest.
“I meant what I said.” My voice is quiet in the aftermath. “I won't hurt you.”
She's silent for so long I think she might have fallen asleep. Then, soft as breath: “I'm starting to believe you.”
It's not complete trust. Not yet. But it's a beginning, and right now, with her warm and pliant in my arms, that's enough.