Chapter 22
ANNA
I knew Sylas was baiting me. I knew what would happen if I followed him upstairs. I knew and I did it anyway because I want this.
I have no idea what’ll happen or how, but I don’t care because, and as embarrassing as it is, it feels thrilling.
Getting on my knees and crawling? Never in a million years would I have ever thought to do this for anyone, especially for a man. And despite how humiliating it felt, I can’t deny the rush that shot through my body.
It was invigorating and intoxicating. What I felt at Salt and when he came to my apartment is exactly how I feel now but a million degrees hotter.
“I knew you’d come,” he says, cupping the back of my neck and wrapping the other arm around my back, sealing the space between our lips.
There’s nothing soft about the way he kisses me or how he shoves his tongue inside my mouth. It’s intense, dizzying, and hard to keep up with. His tongue touches every inch of my mouth, his teeth clash against mine, and my jaw aches from the way he gives as much as he takes.
He forces me on my tiptoes, removes his hand off my neck to grab my ponytail, then yanks hard enough to tip my head back. My scalp screams, but the pulse between my thighs heightens.
I stop breathing when I feel something slip between our mouths, only releasing it when I realize it’s his gum. He transferred it seamlessly, despite how frenziedly he kisses me, but once he knows I have it, he pulls back. Still, he keeps a strong grip on my hair, with me on my tiptoes.
“Hold my gum for me,” he husks condescendingly. First crawling and now his gum? I can’t believe I’m enjoying this. “How is it?”
“Minty,” I say, parroting his answer from before.
“How do you feel about being tied up?”
I’ve never been this hot. I think I might actually be sweating. “Never been tied up before.”
“I didn’t ask if you have. I said how do you feel about it?” He lifts a brow.
My calves burn, but he doesn’t ease his hold on me. “Like I want to try.”
He smiles sweetly, too sweetly, and something about it sends an anticipatory shiver down my spine. “Good answer.” He releases my hair and waist, letting me stand flat on my feet, then spins us around and pushes me back on the bed.
I fall on my back with a soft bounce. Pushing up on my elbows, I chew his gum as he climbs on the bed, crawls between my thighs, and looms over me.
Time feels like it stops. This feels like more than just pretending, more than just having a good time.
His words from a few minutes ago keep repeating in my head, and I can’t get them out. I want to overanalyze them, to demand he translate them, but I don’t.
Leaning down, he brushes his lips against mine. His cool minty breath fans them, and I breathe him in. His gaze casts down to our lips and then my chest as it rises and falls a little too haphazardly.
“Are you going to let me have you like you’re mine?” He gently nips my top lip. “Use you like you’re mine?” Now the bottom. “Lick you like you’re mine? Fuck you like you’re mine?” He sucks it between his teeth before he releases it and drags his tongue along it.
My eyes flutter closed. “I’m all yours.” My voice is a thick rasp, and my breaths become stiff as he pushes up and away from me.
“And don’t ever forget that.” Sylas flashes me a sly lopsided smile as he lifts my shirt over my breasts. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He shoves me down so that I’m flat on my back, darting his tongue from my sternum, down to my stomach, past my belly button, to the waistband of my joggers.
I muffle my moan, enjoying how his warm tongue feels on my skin. He slides off my pants, removes my shoes, and tosses them both somewhere.
“Sit up,” he orders, and when I do, he removes my shirt and bra. I’m sitting on the edge of his bed in nothing but my thong and socks. “Goddamn, Anna.”
“Stop looking and touch me, please,” I plead, lying back and spread my thighs for him, not feeling the slightest bit embarrassed by how wet the dark red fabric between my legs is.
“Arms up.” He grabs a tie I hadn’t realized was on his bed and wraps it tightly around my wrists.
“What purpose does this serve?” I ask when he lifts my arms over my head.
“There really isn’t one.” He opens the drawer of his nightstand and rifles around inside.
“Then why did you—”
He drops to his knees on the floor, grabs my thighs, and throws my legs over his shoulders. “It’s knowing that I have so much control over you, and that you’ll let me do what I want and not ask questions. Now make sure you keep your arms up or I’ll stop.”
Wow.
I nod heedlessly, breathing in a shaky breath when his head dips and I feel his tongue over the drenched cotton. Air leaves me when he laps over me, and my eyes roll back when he drags his tongue up and down.
“Oh—” I moan, almost tempted to drop my hands, but fist them instead. “Mo…more.” I chew on the gum, slow, grinding it between my teeth.
Sylas’s fingers dig into my thighs, squeezing them hard. I’m sure his blunt nails will leave indentations, maybe even bruises from how hard he’s holding me, but I don’t care. I push into him, back arching, as more breathless moans slip past my lips.
But when he stops, I almost scream from the intense pressure spreading. My hands twitch, fingers digging into my palms, reminding myself not to drop my arms.
He slides my thong down my thighs, the slick material leaving a wet path, and continues past my knees and ankles. As he does, he licks my arousal off my leg, leaving his own trail of saliva.
“God,” I whimper impatiently, desperately.
“No. Sylas,” he corrects, voice coarse and just as desperate as the sounds leaving my mouth. “The only name coming out of your mouth will be the name of the person between your thighs.”
“Yes.” I exhale a ragged breath.
He throws my thong over his shoulder, placing my thighs back where he had them, his mouth where I want it the most. He doesn’t play or taunt me; he licks me long and deep, his tongue right at my entrance.
He moans, the vibration of it sending a shiver down my body, but I freeze when he thrusts his tongue inside me.
He drives it as far as it’ll go, twisting and massaging me in a way that has me questioning my existence.
I don’t understand how his tongue is doing what it’s doing.
All I know is that I’m trembling, hips bucking up because I need more pressure, something to ease the tension on my aching clit.
“Sylas, I need more,” I beg, gasping, eyes rolling back as his tongue flicks inside me fast and hard. He grunts against me, and I think I hear him swallow and then again as if he were drinking me, holy fuck, he is, he’s drinking me. Fuck. “Please…m-m-more. More!”
He draws his tongue out of me, and I sag against the bed with a huff. He looms over me again, mouth glistening with my arousal. But when I catch sight of something pink and hear a soft whirring sound, I freeze once more.
Sitting up, I see a mini wand vibrator in his hand.
“Get off,” I grit, bringing my palms to his chest and shoving him away.
His worried green eyes sweep over me. “What’s wrong? Did I do something—”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Who knows who you’ve used that on. Never brought anyone here— Can’t believe I fell for that. Get off.”
“I’m many things, but a liar isn’t one of them. Your jealousy is so fucking hot.” Leaving it still on, he drops the toy next to me, brings his hand over his head, and lifts his shirt off. “You’re the first person here and you’ll be the last.”
I’m glaring, but he only smirks. “Sylas, I’m serious.”
“I bought this and a few other things earlier today, but we’re starting slow.” He brings his lips to mine, his voice not playful or taunting like before. “Trust me, Anna. Trust me. Please?”
I don’t think—no, I know he’s not lying. I don’t know why I trust him so much, but I do. And my resolve crumbles.
“Okay, I trust you.” I lie back down.
His beautiful, sculpted chest and torso are on display for me to see but unfortunately not feel with my wrists tied. If I could, I’d chart a path over every inch of his skin, exploring like I’ve been wanting to since the other night.
“I’ll show you the receipt later. I promise.” He grabs the wand and holds it next to my mouth, dragging the round silicone over my lips, and settles his thick thigh between my pussy, pinning my arms over my head. “Open your mouth. Get it nice and wet for me.”
My lips part wider, letting him swirl the toy around my tongue until it’s sopping wet with my saliva. Then he pulls it out and trails it down my throat, to my hard nipples.
The toy vibrates against me, the rapid motion inviting the pressure between my thighs to deepen. Desperate for relief, I rub myself against his jean-clad thigh.
He holds the toy and his thigh down, and brings his mouth to my other nipple, playing with the piercing. He rolls his tongue around it, lapping and flicking it fast.
“Yes! Yes, just like that!” I cry out as I continue to grind myself against him. I’m drowning in a pleasure so intense I start shaking.
He doesn’t let up, but when he bites the mere tip of my nipple and tugs it hard, I come so fiercely my back lifts off the bed.
Even when he removes his mouth and the toy, I’m moaning, not processing what’s happening until I see him drop to his knees again and hitch my thighs over his shoulders.
“Say bells and I’ll stop.” His voice is so gruff, so deep, it doesn’t sound like him. “Okay? You’ll say it, right?”
“Okay, I’ll say it.” I clutch at the comforter as he idly drags the toy along my inner thigh.
My body jerks, restless with anticipation. I hold my breath, stop moving when I feel the vibrations on my pussy lips, and when his hungry, heated eyes level with mine, a proud smile curls on his face.