Chapter Sixteen #6
Then he's on me, his lips crashing into mine with an intensity that steals my breath.
I expected calm, calculated control, the same way he handles everything else.
But this—this is raw, primal, desperate in a way I never imagined from him.
His teeth nip at my bottom lip, drawing a gasp from me as his tongue slides against mine like he's starving for it, like he's been holding back for far too long.
One hand fists in my hair as he tilts my head back, exposing my throat to his hungry mouth.
He drags his lips down the sensitive column of my neck, his hot breath making my skin tingle. "You're sure?"
I don’t answer with words. Instead, I reach between us, fumbling with his belt. The buckle clinks, loud in the silent kitchen. His breath catches when my fingers brush the hard length of him through his pants.
Silas growls, his fingers replacing mine, shoving his slacks and boxers down just enough to free himself. His hands grip my hips, lifting me slightly to position himself. The blunt pressure of him against me makes my stomach clench.
" Eyes open ," he orders. I hadn't even realized I closed them. My eyes snap open, locking onto his .
“Watch.” He pinches my chin between his thumb and index finger, directing my eyes downward to where he is holding his cock firmly against my entrance. "You're going to want to watch the exact moment that seals your fate."
My eyes widen as I look down between us.
I've seen naked men before, whatever asshole Mom had walking through the house, not caring if anyone saw.
I've seen men naked in videos and photos online.
Silas's length is average, maybe a little larger, nothing outrageous.
But even with my limited experience, I know Silas is thick, intimidatingly thick.
"I didn't expect—" My words catch in my throat as his thumb finds my clit again, circling slowly.
"Breathe," he reminds me again, his voice strained as he presses forward slightly, just enough for me to feel the stretch without pushing inside. "You say the word, and we stop."
The first push of his cock inside me is so overwhelming I can't think. It steals my breath, my ability to process anything else. I watch as the thick head disappears inside me. He’s moving slow, so maddeningly slow.
Inch by inch, I watch as I stretch around him.
The slight burn and fullness are foreign but not unwelcome.
I remain perfectly still, hardly daring to breathe as I adjust to the new sensations. Silas's fingers dig deeper into my skin and sweat glistens at his temples. When he finally bottoms out completely, he releases a ragged exhale. "Christ. You're tight."
The slow withdrawal is just as intense. I watch, transfixed, as his thick shaft emerges, slick and glistening with my arousal. When he pushes back in, it's with more urgency, setting a faster pace. Each thrust is met with wet, obscene sounds that echo through the quiet kitchen.
The sight of Silas moving inside me, watching the way his cock disappears and reappears between my thighs, already has my stomach coiling tighter.
I can't stop myself; my hand trails down my stomach, drawn to where our bodies are joined.
I spread my fingers wide, letting him glide through them with every thrust. I can feel everything—the heat, the ridges and veins pressing against my fingers with each withdrawal.
My own arousal soaking my fingers, making each movement slick and filthy.
Before I can think better of it, I lift my hand to his lips and smear the wetness across them.
Silas doesn't hesitate. His tongue flicks out immediately, hot and greedy, dragging his tongue across my fingers as he cleans them off, savoring the taste.
His intense amber eyes lock onto mine, and for a heartbeat, the world narrows to just his mouth on my skin, his cock buried inside me, and the dark promise in his gaze.
"Well, aren't you full of surprises? You're a filthy fucking girl, Charlotte."
"Only for you," I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
Silas pulls me tighter against him, his thrusts growing deeper, rougher. The stretch borders on painful, but the pleasure outweighs it. My nails scrape down his chest, catching on the buttons of his open shirt before gripping his belt loops for leverage.
"Look at me," he grits out, and when my eyes snap to his, I see something raw and unfiltered, an intensity that makes my breath catch. "You feel that?" He rolls his hips deliberately, grinding deeper. "That’s yours now."
I bite my lip to muffle a whimper. “No.” Silas drags his thumb across my mouth, pulling my lower lip from between my teeth.
"None of that. I want to hear you." His hand slides down my throat, over my chest and stomach, before gripping my thigh and hitching it higher around his waist. The shift in angle pulls a moan straight out of me.
"That’s it. That’s what I want.” He watches my face twist as he drives into me again. "Every moan, every cry, every whimper—it’s all mine."
His words hit me in a place I didn't know existed, somewhere hidden and hungry, that craves his approval. I rock my hips, meeting his thrusts, watching his perfect composure crack with each movement .
Silas shifts his angle slightly, hitting a spot that makes light burst from behind my eyes. I throw my head back, a broken moan escaping my lips.
"That's my girl," he growls, his rhythm becoming more urgent. "Let me hear you." Every stroke inside me builds the pressure higher, tightening like a spring ready to snap. His hands grip my ass, lifting me slightly off the counter to meet each thrust.
"I can feel you getting close," he pants against my neck. "Your pussy's squeezing me so tight."
"Silas, I can't."
He ignores me, each thrust becomes more deliberate, targeting that spot with precision. My legs wrap tighter around him, heels digging into his lower back. The pressure builds exponentially, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
"Silas—I can't." I can barely form words, my mind fragmenting under the onslaught of sensation.
"Yes, you can." His thumb finds my clit again, circling with just enough pressure to make my entire body jerk. "Give it to me."
Heat pools under my skin, my body tightening around him. His rhythm stutters when I clench down, his forehead pressing against mine as he curses. "Fuck, Charlotte. You feel so fucking good."
I don’t let him finish. My teeth sink into his shoulder, as pleasure detonates through me, blinding and all-consuming. Silas follows with a groan, he pushes his hips deeper, spilling inside me.
For a moment, all I hear is our ragged breathing. Silas's thumb brushing my hipbone almost absently. His shirt is wrinkled, hair disheveled, lips kiss-swollen. It’s the most undone I’ve ever seen him.
"You're shaking," he says with that familiar cocky smirk spreading across his lips. "So how was it? "
"It was really good." I pause, still trying to catch my breath. "It took longer than I thought it would."
"Took longer?" His brows furrow slightly, genuine confusion on his face.
"Mhmm." I meet his gaze, giving him my most innocent smile. "I wasn't sure if you'd manage to keep it together this time. You know, after what happened on the couch on my birthday."
I watch confusion, then realization, then absolute indignation pass across Silas's face in rapid succession. His mouth opens and closes like he's searching for a comeback but can't quite find one. It's possibly the most satisfying thing I've ever seen.
"You—" he starts, and then stops.
"Cat got your tongue, Detective?" I reach up and smooth a strand of his usually perfect hair back into place. "Don't worry, it happens to lots of guys. It's usually all mental, performance anxiety is totally normal."
"You really want to go there?" Silas's voice drops to that low, gravelly tone that should be intimidating but makes my stomach flip. "Because we can talk about how quickly you fell apart riding my fingers if that's the conversation you want to have."
"No need to get all defensive, I was just giving you a compliment on your stamina." I shrug innocently, enjoying the way his jaw tightens. "It's actually very impressive for a man your age when you aren't all worked up and blow too soon."
"My age?" His eyes narrow, but I can see the reluctant humor hiding beneath the surface as he begins to button his shirt. "You're walking a very thin line right now."
I bring my hand to my chest dramatically, "Am I?"
"You're really trying to test me tonight. "
"It's what you signed up for when you kidnapped me. You should probably get used to it since you decided I was a keeper."
Silas and I work together to clean up any traces of us being in my mother's house.
As we step outside into the cool night air, I don't look back.
There's nothing left for me in that house, nothing worth remembering except tonight, the memories I made there with Silas, and the way he looked at me like I was something precious, something worth protecting.
For the first time in my life, I'm walking away from this place completely free.