49. Silas #2
In the moments she thought no one was looking. In the quiet spaces between her sarcasm, in the way she turned her head when something hit too close. In the too-long blinks, the slow exhales, the way she chewed the inside of her cheek like she could hold back everything she refused to say.
It hit. Hard. I didn’t know what to do. So I brushed my thumb over her knuckles. “Pick a star.”
She turned to me, blinking like she wasn’t sure she heard me right. “What?”
I nodded toward the sky. “Pick a star. Claim it.”
After a second, she looked up, scanning the night sky. “That one,” she whispered, pointing towards the vast stretch of black.
I followed her gaze and squeezed my hand. “Then that one’s yours.”
She didn’t say anything, just kept looking at it, like it was hers now, like she was letting herself have it.
She deserved that. She’d been through too much.
Too much bullshit, too much hurt, too many people who should’ve protected her and didn’t.
Too many things she never should’ve had to survive.
But she was still here. Still fighting. Still finding pieces of herself in the night sky, claiming something small but bright as her own.
I tugged her gently, pulling her into the space between my legs.
“Eat,” I said, plucking a strawberry from a container and holding it to her lips.
She huffed a la ugh. “Are we really back to the baby bird treatment?”
“Yes.”
For a few minutes, we just sat there, eating in comfortable silence, passing bits of food back and forth, the city humming softly beneath us.
“I’d give you all the stars if I could, sweetheart.”
She glanced over her shoulder, eyes catching mine. I let my gaze flicker over her face, over the soft curve of her cheek, the slope of her nose.
I meant it. I really did. “I’d give you anything.”
Her breath stalled, but just as quickly, she cleared her throat, brushing invisible lint off her legs. “Big talk, Silas. You planning on lassoing that moon you hung back down for me?”
I shifted, tilted forward, tightening my grip on her hips, then pressed a soft, slow kiss against her neck.
No words.
She turned her head toward me. Silver eyes caught mine, lips parted, breath warm.
My hand slid higher, knuckles dragging along her thigh. I kissed her, pulling her closer, tilting her chin up, capturing her mouth with mine. She met it, soft and wanting, fingers tangling in my hair, stealing the breath right out of my lungs.
I groaned against her, deepening it, tugging her fully into my lap, her knees bracketing my thighs, her body pressing into me perfectly.
The rooftop, the city, the stars—none of it mattered.
It was just Lilith.
Her hands sliding over my jaw, her body melting into mine, the heat of her against me, the way she tasted. I needed more.
My lips trailed down, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses to her throat, her collarbone, teasing the strap of her dress with my teeth.
She shuddered, nails scraping over my scalp. “Silas.”
I kissed her throat harder, hands sliding beneath the hem of her dress, palms skimming over soft, warm skin.
“Let me take care of you.” I murmured as I flipped her onto her back, settling her into the plush cushions and blankets spread out beneath us.
She gasped softly, and I caught her lips in another kiss, deep and slow, swallowing the sound before it could disappear into the night.
Her fingers teased at the buttons of my shirt, knuckles grazing at my chest.
I exhaled sharply, lifting up to undo them myself, slipping the fabric off and tossing it aside.
I lowered myself again, pressing my lips to her collarbone, tracing them along the delicate curve of her neck.
She sighed, her fingers tightening against my waist as I slid my hands up her thighs, pushing the hem of her dress higher—
She tensed. Her eyes widening as she shook her head. “I’m not feeling so good about…” she gestured down to herself, her throat working like the words were physically hard to say. “You know.”
My jaw clenched. What did that mean?
This woman had the most beautiful body I’d ever laid my hands on.
Every soft curve that fit against me like she was made for it.
Every dip my mouth had memorised.
Every mark that made her Lilith.
I knew how much courage it had taken her to show me her body, to reveal herself to me.
I didn’t want her shying away from herself now.
No. I couldn’t let her think like that. I had to show her how I saw her.
I brushed my thumb along her jaw, tilting her chin until our eyes met. “Do you trust me?”
She didn’t answer right away. Didn’t nod, didn’t pull away, just looked at me.
I pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, my grip on her thigh gentle. “You can say no, sweetheart. At any point. But I want to try something.”
She nodded.
I helped her to sit up, peeling the dress and underwear from her body, letting them pool onto the blankets beside us.
My gaze trailed down the length of her, drinking her in, every curve, every mark, every inch of skin that she had somehow convinced herself wasn’t enough.
I kissed her again, deep and slow, letting her feel exactly how much I wanted her, exactly how much I adored her.
“Any time, okay?” I murmured against her lips. “If you want to stop, just say so.”
She nodded again. “Okay.”
“Good girl.”
A shiver ran through her, and I smirked against her mouth, then caged her in, pressing her back into the blankets as I ran a hand down the centre of her chest, over her sternum, over the soft curve of her stomach until my fingers slipped between her thighs.
And fuck, she was already wet.
I dragged my fingers over her, circling her clit in lazy, featherlight strokes. I trailed my lips over the soft swell of her breast, letting my tongue flick over her nipple before sucking it into my mouth.
“Silas,” she whimpered, shifting her hips, trying to chase more.
I started slow, pushing two fingers inside her, thrusting deep, curling them every time I pulled back. My palm worked with the rhythm, pressed against her clit, coaxing those little gasps from her throat.
Her thighs trembled, body tightening.
Desperate. Needy. Mine.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” I murmured against her skin, watching her face, the way her lips parted, the way her cheeks flushed, the way her body melted and tensed at the same time.
She was so damn beautiful.
I stilled my movements and dragged my lips up to her ear. “Are you ready?”
Her eyes widened slightly, breath catching.
I tilted her chin up, held her there. “You trust me?”
“Yes.”
I kissed her one more time before pulling back to get rid of the last barrier between us. I pushed up onto my knees, fingers working quickly, unfastening my belt, yanking my zipper down.
She watched me, breath shallow, pupils blown.
I reached for my pocket, pulled out the small packet, tore the foil off, and rolled the condom on. Then I kicked off my pants, leaving us both completely, utterly naked.
I lined myself up, the heat of her already dragging me under, pulling me in.
Her breath hitched, hands gripping my biceps as I pushed in slow, stretching her inch by inch, savouring every second of it.
“Cristo santo,” I hissed, my forehead dropping to hers. “You feel so goddamn good wrapped around my cock.”
Her gasp was wrecked, back arching, legs wrapping around my waist, trying to take me deeper.
I let her. I gave her all of me.
When I bottomed out, buried so deep she could feel me in her soul, I groaned, gripping her thighs tighter, pinning her to me.
“Silas—” she choked out, nails raking down my back.
I pulled back, just enough to make her whimper, then drove in again, slow and deep.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I murmured against her skin, rolling my hips just right, hitting that spot that had her gasping, fingers twisting in the blankets. “Take it. Take all of it.”
Her hand slid to my chest, fingers curling around the back of my neck, pulling me closer.
My tongue swept against hers, swallowing the sounds she made as I fucked her deeper, harder.
Then, I stopped. Pulled out completely. Instant loss.
My cock throbbe d, aching, furious, desperate to be buried back inside her where I belonged.
Confusion spread across her face. “What?”
I tilted my head, watching her, holding her thighs down even though every part of me screamed to sink back inside her.
“Tell me you’re beautiful.”
Her brows knit together, lips parted. “What?”
I dragged my fingers down her jaw, tracing over the flushed heat of her throat, brushing the curve of her breast, stopping just before she could arch into me.
“Here’s what’s going to happen.” I leaned in, letting my lips graze the shell of her ear. “We’re gonna play a little game.”
Her body tensed beneath me, a slight tremor rolling through her thighs, still spread for me, still soaked, still ready.
I pulled back and gripped her chin, tilting her face until our eyes locked. “Every time I ask, you tell me you’re beautiful.”
Her lips parted and I smirked, dragging my thumb over them. “And if you don’t?” I squeezed her jaw gently, just enough to make her breath catch, just enough to remind her exactly who was in charge right now. “Then I stop fucking you.”
Her breath hitched, eyes going wide.
I smirked, voice dropping even lower. “So what’s it gonna be, sweetheart? You wanna be a good girl for me, or do you want me to leave you aching and empty?”
She didn’t answer.
I tightened my grip on her jaw. “Speak.”
Her breath hitched, her thighs tensing around my hips.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes. I’ll be good.”
“That’s my girl,” I smirked, dragging my thumb down her throat. “Now tell me.”
She swallowed hard. “I’m beautiful.”
“That’s it.”
I rewarded her immediately, thrusting back in, groaning at the feel of her tight, wet, perfect body clenching around my cock.
Cazzo, sì.
She moaned, back arching, fingers digging into my biceps, leaving little crescents in my skin as I fucked her slow and deep, dragging it out. Then I tilted her chin up again, locking my gaze on hers.
“Tell me you’re beautiful.”
She hesitated. Just for a second.
I pulled out. “Say it, sweetheart.”
Her chest rose and fell, her lips trembling. “I’m beautiful.”
“Good girl. ” I slammed back in, setting a punishing rhythm, fucking her hard and deep with every inch of me.
I gripped her thigh, pushing it up higher, spreading her open, taking her deeper. “Say it again.”
She whimpered, eyes fluttering shut.
I stilled.
She gasped. “Silas, please—”
I grinned, dragging my lips over the shell of her ear. “Say it.”
She exhaled, voice breathy. “I’m beautiful.”
I snapped my hips forward, pulling a wrecked moan from her lips.
“Again.”
She was panting now, her body moving with mine, meeting every thrust, taking every inch. “I’m beautiful.”
“Louder.”
“I’m beautiful.”
Fucking perfect.
“La mia brava ragazza.”
Her breath hitched, nails scraping and I smirked, dragging my fingers between us, circling her clit. I gathered her wetness, lifting my fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean. The taste had my cock pulsing, leaking pre-come, throbbing inside her.
“Say it.”
“I’m beautiful.”
My control was razor-thin, cock dragging out slow before slamming back in. “Do you want to come, beautiful girl?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes. Please.”
I gritted my teeth, every muscle in my body tensing, coiling tight, heat pooling low in my spine, winding up so tight I could barely breathe.
“Then don’t you dare stop telling me.”
“I’m beautiful,” she moaned.
I kissed her sweat-damp skin, dragging my teeth down the curve of her throat. “Keep saying it.”
“I’m beautiful,” she gasped, fingers digging into my shoulders.
I groaned, thrusting into her as hard as I could, every roll of my hips slamming home, pushing her right to the edge.
“Don’t stop, sweetheart. Keep going.”
“I’m beautiful, I’m beautiful, I’m beautiful, I—” she let out a broken sob, her back bowing, thighs squeezing so tight around me it nearly stole the breath from my lungs.
A hot, sudden flood of wetness drenched m e, splashing onto my stomach, my abs, soaking my cock, dripping down my thighs. She was coming so hard, so damn violently, she soaked everything, down to the blankets.
I growled, grabbing her face, making her look at me as I fucked her through it. “That’s it—cazzo, sì, soak my cock. Make a mess of me. Dio mio, you feel so fucking good, you’re squeezing me so tight—Cristo, non fermarti—fuck—sei perfetta, così fottutamente stretta—”
I was drenched in her, coated in her, and fuck. The tension snapped. My rhythm stuttered, hips slamming forward, burying me so deep I could feel every tremor of her aftershocks.
“Cazzo, Lilith—sto venendo—” I groaned, teeth clenching, my orgasm ripping through me. I came hard, cock pulsing inside her, pleasure burning through every nerve ending, wiping out every coherent thought in my head.
I held her tight, locking my arms around her, pressing her down into the soaked blankets, both of us a tangled mess of sweat and slick and heat.
Both of us completely ruined.
Drenched in her.
Drenched in us.
Completely.
Utterly.
Fucking.
Mine.