Chapter 11
Ican’t control my breathing or the tears streaming down my face.
“Don’t cry,” he whispers. “I never want to be the reason you cry.”
He wraps his arms around my body, pulling me in tight.
I bury my head into his chest, my racing heart already starting to calm.
His hand cups the back of my head, and he holds me tighter, allowing me a moment to catch my breath.
Once I calm slightly, I pull my face back to look at him, my cheeks stained with tears.
“I’m still sorry I got so angry.” I tilt my chin to look into his eyes.
“Don’t apologize.” He presses a soft kiss on my lips. “I’m the one who should be sorry. Since arriving, I’ve been distracted. I’d forgotten our reasoning for being here, but that’s all going to change.”
I rise up on my toes and kiss him again, deeper this time. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and his hands travel slowly down my back, stopping when they reach my ass. He lifts me up, and my legs move to wrap tightly around his waist.
Silas turns and sets me on the stone balcony railing.
My heart leaps in my chest as I face away from the dark drop below, worried that I will tumble over the edge at any moment. My entire body jolts for a moment out of reflex.
Silas laughs, our lips still touching. “I forgot you were afraid of heights.”
“I’m not afraid of heights, Silas. I told you; I’m afraid of falling to my death.”
“It’s only a 300-foot drop, jagged rocks, and a deep ocean below. Nothing to be concerned about.”
“Extremely funny,” I say, as my palms begin to sweat.
He laughs again, this time a bit more wicked. “Do you trust me?”
I look over my shoulder, the distance to the ground below making my skin crawl. “Entirely.”
His mouth crashes against mine again, and my body melts as I feel his hand slide between my thighs.
The sensation of Silas’s touch quickly fades as I feel myself slipping into the shadows rather than over the railing.
Our linked bodies become mist, and I realize that Silas is moving us somewhere together.
As quickly as the realization hits me, we land with a soft thud against soft bedding. Black silk sheets wrap around my curves, still warm from his body, and I groan. Silas’s bedroom—regal and dark—is just as sexy as him, with a large, four-poster bed and tasteful antiques filling the large room.
As we return to our bodies, Silas pulls away from our kiss. His gaze could set the kingdom ablaze. He notices my puzzled expression at the abrupt change in scenery and smiles.
“I plan to fuck you in every single room of this house, but with your fear of heights, my love, I’ll impatiently wait until the balcony railing is your idea.”
My core turns molten, and I prop my arms on the soft bed to bring my mouth closer to his. “I’m very interested in the plans you have for me.”
He lowers himself over me, shadows rippling across his back. “Then, we should begin.”
I suck in a steadying breath and watch as his eyes grow drunk with lust before he slowly trails his fingers all over my body.
I lie back and close my eyes as he buries his head into my neck.
I hear him inhale and press soft kisses all over my burning skin while both hands travel up my shirt to grasp my aching breasts.
“Take it off,” he snaps. “Now.”
I’m quick to obey, lifting both arms over my head to allow him to remove my shirt, freeing my breasts. Silas lays me back down and moves from kissing down my neck to pulling a nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicks against my skin, sending shocks to my center.
I lift my head against his shoulder and bite hard as he pinches my nipple.
He pauses and looks me in the eyes. “Hungry?”
“Starving.”
Silas smirks, and his eyes darken. “As am I.”
He returns to kissing my neck and slowly begins to travel down, licking and sucking every inch of skin available to him. He hooks both hands around the waistband of my pants and slowly pulls them off, tossing them across the room. I look up as he stares at me, completely bare before him.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he growls.
Silas slowly moves both hands from my ankles to my knees, then pauses.
“Spread them,” he demands.
I relax my body and part my legs at his command, his hands pressing them against the silk sheets. He leans in, kissing and licking up my thigh while I squirm under his hold. He presses harder against my legs—fingers digging into my skin—and for a second, I fear I may tear in half.
I close my eyes and fist the silken sheets. I press my hips toward him, desperate for the touch I desire. I feel his breath against me, and the anticipation alone has my orgasm building in my core.
“Silas,” I breathe, unable to stand it any longer.
His tongue does a full sweep of my center, and my entire body shudders.
I arch my back into his face as he continues to lick and suck.
He presses harder against my legs, pushing them even farther.
Pain shoots through my hips, but is quickly overshadowed by the intense pleasure of his mouth devouring me.
I need more.
Another quick flash of pain hits my center, causing me to yelp.
He fucking bit me.
Silas muffles a laugh. “It’s only fair.”
I dig my hands into his tangled hair and squeeze as he returns to fucking me with his tongue.
“Fuck.” I tip my head back, seconds from my undoing. “Fuck.”
He increases his speed, knowing exactly how close I am, and thrusts his fingers deep into my core, hitting the spot I’m so desperate to feel.
My entire body ignites with a white-hot fire as the pleasure explodes, shattering me into a million pieces.
My back arches as an orgasm slams into my body, and a loud moan escapes from my mouth.
I try to squeeze my legs together, but Silas holds firm and continues to lick my hypersensitive clit as my body trembles under him.
He places a hand on my stomach to keep me still, and I wince slightly under his hold.
Silas lifts his head—eyes wild with lust—and slams his mouth against mine.
“See how delicious you are?” he growls. “Do you understand why you drive me fucking wild now?”
His kiss is deep and feral, and he grabs a fist full of my hair as I wrap my trembling hands around his back, my nails digging into his hot skin. I feel him reach down, lowering his pants, and another wave of excitement travels through me.
His eyes burn with an intensity that makes my chest heave.
“Do you even realize what you do to me?”
I feel his cock tease my entrance, and I shift my hips, trying to bring him closer.
“You’ve unraveled the deepest part of my soul and are putting it back together, piece by fucking piece.”
And with one thrust, he slams his hardened length into my core. My eyes widen, and I gasp at the feeling of being this full. He glances down, taking in the sight of our connection as he continues to pump in and out, as if he can’t get enough of us together.
“You will be my fucking undoing. My beginning, and my grim end.”
I tilt my head back, and he catches my moans in his mouth. Our lips press together as he slows, each thrust becoming harder and longer. He reaches down and brushes my clit, and I jolt under his touch.
“Don’t stop,” I moan into his mouth again, before he pulls his head back.
Silas’s gaze meets mine, and his eyes are heavy—drunk from the feeling of us together. A low groan leaves his throat, and pleasure builds in my core once more.
My eyes begin to roll back in my head, and his hand wraps firmly around my jaw.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he demands. “I want to watch you lose control.”
He thrusts into me, before pulling out at a torturously slow pace.
His breathing becomes rapid, and he wraps his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him as he slams his pelvis against mine.
Shadows begin to swirl around us—our delicious darknesses combining—and threaten to knock out every ounce of light.
A blinding heat spreads through my body, which sends a wave of pleasure crashing through my veins.
Stars dance in my vision, but I keep my gaze directly on him.
My senses come alive, like a vibrating shock moving through me and into Silas.
I clench around him, and his head falls forward for a second before lifting to meet my gaze.
“Fuck,” Silas moans into my mouth, capturing my lips in a long kiss.
He unravels with me, spilling himself deep inside me. His thrusts slow, but he remains inside me as I continue to pulse around him. The world around us seems to pause, and we lie together in a tangled mess.
Silas collapses next to me, our breaths ragged and heavy. My body feels completely drained—my soul shattered—as my racing heart slows. Exhaustion weighs heavily on me.
He props himself up next to me and whispers, “You should sleep.”
“You should as well.”
“I will, when you drift off.”
He kisses me gently and pulls the soft sheets up, draping them over my naked body. The weight of the blankets, combined with his warmth, immediately makes my eyes heavy.
“I’m right here and not going anywhere.” He moves his fingers through my hair. “Sleep. Morning will come sooner than we wish.”
I keep my gaze on his for as long as I can.
The corner of his lips curls, and I trace my finger along the scar above his left brow.
He nuzzles into my touch, and I drop my hand, curling into his chest. The large open window invites a cool breeze around us, and the sound of the crashing waves fills the still room, lulling me to sleep in the dark bedroom.
“Help. Me. Briar.”
I jolt awake in bed.
The morning sun paints the dark bedroom with golden rays, making the room seem to shimmer as the light and dark work together in perfect unison.
Silas stirs next to me but doesn’t wake.
I rub my throbbing head and dangle my feet over the edge of the bed, relishing in the sea breeze flowing through the open window as I inhale the fresh, salty air.
I walk to the window and push it open fully, staring out at the sea that stretches for hundreds of miles while the waves slap against the cliff wall below.
I look toward Daramveer and let sadness fill my chest. The bright sun quickly chases the sleep away, and my senses awaken when the realization hits me.
Someone just screamed my name, and I know exactly who that voice belongs to.
Rohhit.
That was Rohhit.
Panic grips me, and I rush back toward the bed and shake Silas.
He jolts from sleep, eyes meeting mine as he asks, “What’s wrong?”
Unsure of what to say, I tilt my head. “I’m okay, but…”
Silas frantically sits up, hands traveling over my body to ensure nothing is out of sorts. His concerned gaze finds mine, and he swings his legs over the edge of the bed.
“What is it?”
“I…I think Rohhit just tried to speak to me.”