60. Silas
CHAPTER SIXT Y
I tossed her onto the bed, and she landed with a soft oof, bouncing once on the mattress.
The way she’d fought. The way she held her ground. The way she moved, confident, powerful, fucking fearless. I wasn’t prepared for the way it would split me in two. Wasn’t prepared for the full-body, visceral reaction that tore through me like a goddamn hurricane.
She was right. Caveman brain took one look and went ‘ must claim, must worship, must give her every damn thing she wants.’
And if I’m honest, her getting a stitch for a minute was a great excuse for me to get rid of Finn, so I could have her all to myself.
Her eyes narrowed, fingers curling into the sheets. “Okay. What the hell was that?”
I braced my hands onto the bed, one knee pressing into the mattress between hers. Her breath caught. Mine did too.
“You fought.”
Her brow furrowed. “Yeah?”
I swallowed hard, pulse hammering against every inch of my skin. I didn’t know how to explain it. How watching her move like that had done something to me. How it had seared through me. How it had made me want to drop to my knees and worship her.
She wet her lips. “Are you—” she hesitated, eyes narrowing, “—are you actually about to say that watching me hit things turned you on?”
I didn’t answer. Didn’t need to. She already knew.
Her eyes widened. “Oh my God.”
I clenched my jaw.
Her lips parted, and then she smirked.
I snapped. I moved.
Her breath hitched as I grabbed her wrists, pressing them to the bed beside her head, caging her in completely. I dipped down. Not kissing her. Just close, hovering. Letting her feel exactly what she did to me. “I’ll ask you again. Do you think you’re funny, sweetheart?”
Her throat bobbed. “I mean, I am kind of—”
I tilted my hips to remind her that we were both completely naked. “Keep pushing.”
The words died in her throat, and she swallowed, lips parting, chest rising slow and unsteady.
I dragged a hand up, tracing the curve of her hip, over her ribs, my palm spanning her chest. She was so warm and soft and perfect beneath me.
“Beautiful girl,” I said on a breath.
Her fingers tangled in my hair as I kissed lower, dragging my tongue across her ribs, her stomach, pausing just long enough to watch the way her breath stuttered, the way her thighs tensed.
“Silas.”
“I know, sweetheart,” I murmured, dragging my lips over her hip. “I know what you need.”
I spread her open, thumbs pressing into the plush give of her thighs, holding her exactly where I wanted her. Then I leaned down, burying my face between her legs, breathing her in deep, filling my lungs with her intoxicating scent. It hit me hard. She was like a drug, raw and completely addictive.
My cock throbbed against the mattress, but I didn’t move. Didn’t dare.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” I rasped, mouth just barely brushing against her.
Tilting my head, I trailed my nose through her wetness, before pressing a soft kiss to her clit. “You’re so perfect,”
Her whole body shuddered in my hold, a ragged moan slipping past her lips. I adjusted myself, grinding down into the sheets before I sucked her clit, tongue flicking, teasing as I pushed two fingers inside and fucked into her, pressing hard against her G-spot.
I could live there for the rest of time.
“Silas—” she breathed out, legs trembling. “I’m gonna come already.”
I grinned against her pussy. “Already?”
She gave a jerky nod, rolling her hips, chasing it.
“Good.” I groaned. “Soak me. Let me drown in you.”
She gasped, thighs clamping around my head, fingers tugging at my hair, pulling me deeper, as if I’d ever fucking leave.
“That’s it,” I said as I thrusted deeper, curling my fingers just right, dragging my tongue over her clit.
Her body seized , arching, thighs trembling, shaking, spreading wider as she came.
“Jesus fuck, Lilith,” I growled, lapping her up, drinking her in, pushing her through it, drawing out every last drop.
I pulled back, chest heaving, cock throbbing as I licked her off my fingers, groaning at the taste.
I dragged my mouth up her body, pressing kisses to her ribs, her breasts, her nipples.
“You aren’t done yet,” I said, biting down on her throat before lapping at it, soothing it.
I moved back up, catching her mouth with mine, swallowing her soft moan as I rolled my hips, grinding against her, coating myself in everything she’d already given me.
“Silas—”
“Tell me what you want.”
She didn’t use words, but she pushed on my chest and flipped me onto my back, straddled me, lined me up, and sank down onto my cock.
No barrier. No protection. Just her.
Hot and wet and blindingly perfect.
“Lilith—” my spine arched, hands shooting to her hips, but she grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the bed.
“It’s fine,” she whispered, rolling her hips down painstakingly slow, dragging a tortured sound from my throat. “Just for a minute.”
I was going to lose my damn mind. The wet, scorching heat of her wrapped around me without a single layer between us made my body lock up, a choked noise escaping me as pleasure rocketed down my spine.
She felt so good. Too good. My fingers twitched under her hold, my breath coming in short gasps. “Fuck—Lilith—”
“What’s wrong?” she purred, clenching around me, making my stomach cave in on itself. “Too much?”
Too much. Not enough. A choked whimper escaped my throat.
“That’s it,” she murmured. “You’re so good for me, aren’t you?”
I was going to die.
“You’re perfect,” she sighed, tilting her hips just right, letting my cock grind deep inside her, releasing my wrists so she could trail her fingers over the sweat-slicked planes of my stomach. “You fill me up so well. So big. So deep.”
I groaned, head tipping back, my fingers digging into her ass cheeks. I was so damn close. My body was on the verge of snapping.
“You wanna come, don’t you?” she whispered.
My hips bucked hard, chasing the friction, the sweet, torturous heat of her.
And she just laughed.
I was shaking. Clenching my abs so hard I thought I might tear a muscle, and I moaned so fucking loud I was sure the entire penthouse shook. “Lilith—fuck, I—”
She caught my face in her hands, panting, pupils blown wide.
“I can’t come in you,” I choked out, hips twitching violently.
“I know,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to my lips. “Hold it back.”
She moved again, slower, this time, grinding down so deep I was about to cry. The pleasure was building furiously fast, molten heat blistering beneath my skin, throbbing at the base of my spine, then lower, coiling hard and desperate around my cock, right through my balls.
I wanted—I needed— to fill her up. To slam her down onto me and pump her so full of me she felt it for days.
I barely had the thought before my body betrayed me.
A vicious pulse shot through me, tight, urgent, too much, too soon.
No. No, no, no.
I clawed at my self control, biting out a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a pained snarl, fingers gripping her tight like that would help in any way.
“Silas—” her voice shot through me. She bounced, rode me, harder and faster. “I’m gonna come.”
She reached down and rubbed her clit frantically as she rocked against me, dragging me in deep, keeping me right on the edge of oblivion.
I gritted my teeth, panting through the brutal pulse threatening to tear me apart.
She threw her head back, moaning loudly, her release soaking us both in her orgasm.
I cursed, eyes slamming shut, muscles locking tight at the painful ache in my balls. I was seconds away from coming, from ruining everything, from pumping her full—
She lifted up from me, leaving my cock in the open air, nerves burning, thighs quivering from the strain of holding back.
She made her way down my body and kneeled between my legs, stroking me, pressing a soft kiss to the head of my cock.
“I’m so proud of you,” she whispered. “You did so well for me, Silas.” She kissed me again, then licked a slow stripe up my length. “Letting me come on you like that. Holding back for me.”
My chest heaved, something raw twisting in my stomach at the words.
Pride. Worship.
Fuck.
Her tongue flicked over the tip, tasting herself on me, humming in satisfaction.
“You’re always so good for me.” She sucked, slow and deep, hollowing her cheeks, dragging her tongue along the underside of my cock like she was savouring me, like she wanted to milk every ounce of pleasure out of me.
Then her hands dug into my thighs and spread my legs wider.
My breath hitched.
She looked up a t me through her lashes, her silver eyes dark and unblinking, waiting for my permission.
I knew what she silently asking. I’d never had anyone do this before. But I nodded.
She dragged her tongue lower, teasing the sensitive stretch of skin between my thighs. Oh— fuck.
Her tongue flicked against my rim, a soft, wet swipe that made my entire body seize up.
“Mio Dio, Lilith,” I choked, head pressing back into the pillows, fists clenching so hard against the sheets my knuckles ached.
She sucked her finger into her mouth and spat on it before pressing it against me, circling, teasing, working me open slow and patient.
Her mouth closed around my cock again, taking me deeper, sucking me hard as she pushed a single finger inside.
My hips arched off the bed and I couldn’t stop the pathetic whimper that fell from my lips.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” I rasped as she eased in deeper. “Go slow—just like that.”
Her finger curled, hesitating.
“Press up—right there.”
She did, her touch tentative at first, but when she finally found that spot, my head slammed back, pleasure ripping right up my spine.
“Cristo santo. Yes, that’s it,” my voice cracked, body arching into her touch, shaking as she pushed her finger deeper, stroking that spot inside that made me ascend.
“Like that?” she asked.
“Yeah, just like that.”
She hummed around me, dragging her finger in and out just right.
“Lilith,” I choked. “More—please—give me more.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded frantically, chest rising in staggered, uneven pulls.
She pulled her finger out, and I almost whined at the loss before she spat again, wetting them, slicking them up, dragging them slow over my hole.
I needed more. Now.
“Push back in,” I rasped.
She did. One finger, then two, sliding back in slow, stretching me open again.
My breath punched out of me, body bowing against the sheets as I took it, loved it.
Her free hand smoothed over my hip, pressing kisses along my thigh as she kept her pace steady, waiting.
Waiting for me.
She wanted to get it right. Fuck, that just made it better.
“Deeper,” I murmured. “Angle them—fuck—angle them up, just a little— ”
Her fingers shifted and lightning shot up my spine.
“That’s it, sweetheart, keep going, just like that.”
“Good?” she asked.
I couldn’t even answer. Just groaned, hips rocking into her hand.
She pumped into me, keeping her movements deep and precise, and my brain was melting from how goddamn perfect she was.
Every push, every curl of her fingers had heat searing through me, pooling low and tight, ready to snap.
“Give me another,” I choked out.
Her breath hitched. “You sure?”
I nodded, legs spreading wider for her, giving her everything.
She pressed her lips to my inner thigh in a soft and tender kiss, before spitting down and pushing another finger in.
“Faster,” I gasped. “Harder.”
She obeyed immediately, pressing deeper, picking up the pace of her thrusts, shifting them just right, and fuck—
“Yes,” I gasped. “Just like that—don’t stop.”
She didn’t. God, she didn’t.
She was fucking me now, properly, working her fingers inside me, hitting that perfect spot every damn time while her mouth still teased up my thigh, her tongue dragging slow, torturous lines against my burning skin.
My chest heaved, pleasure crashing through me in waves, a tight coil winding hot and brutal in my gut.
I didn’t want to come. I needed to hold back. I had to. I didn’t want this to end yet. I wanted to stay right here buried in the impossible pleasure of her.
But my body wasn’t listening.
“Put me in your mouth again—please—”
Her mouth was back on me again in an instant, hot and wet around my cock, her tongue dragging against the swollen head before taking me deep, all while her fingers kept working me open.
She moaned around me, and the vibration shot straight up my spine, sparking sharp, uncontrollable pleasure.
“Oh fuck—sì cazzo—I’m so close—sto per venire—fuck, yes—sì, sì!”
Everything snapped at once. My muscles tensed, stomach clenched tight, as I pulsed violently in her mouth. Fire detonated in my veins as pleasure zapped up my spine, bursting behind my eyes.
I came with a broken groan, hips thrusting helplessly as I spilled deep into her throat.
She didn’t let up.
Her mouth staye d wrapped around me, sucking slow and deep, tongue teasing the underside as her fingers pushed deeper inside me.
I was shaking, wrung out, the aftershocks ripping through me so hard I was borderline sobbing.
She swallowed it all down, dragging every drop from me until I was limp and gasping. And then, she crawled up the bed, slow and unhurried, her touch trailing over my skin, marking me, until she was hovering over me.
I didn’t give her a chance to settle.
I reached up, gripping the back of her neck, and pulled her down into a kiss that tasted like everything I’d just given to her, like everything she’d just given to me.
Groaning against her lips, I tilted her head to deepen it, to taste more, because I needed more. Needed more of her.
“I’m not done with you, sweetheart.”