Chapter 14
Terran
Morning light streamed in through the open blinds, rousing me out of my sleep.
While my body ached, the bed was comfortable, enveloping me into a lush cocoon I had a hard time forcing myself out of despite my screaming bladder begging me to run to the bathroom.
The sheets, the comforter, all carried Silas’s woodsy scent. Turning my head, I buried my face into it, breathing in deeply until I was practically coated in it. Funny how, up until now, I thought it was from the cologne he was wearing when in reality, it was actually just him.
Talk about having it all: money, a nice body, a huge fucking dick, and having a nice natural musk to top it all off.
Seriously, why was the universe continuing to reward this man with everything?
What the hell did he do in his past life to get such good luck?
Without knowing what time it was, I had no way of telling how long I’d been sleeping.
With the way the sun was coming through his windows—five of them from what I could gather when I slowly peeled my eyes open to squint into the orange light—if I had to guess, it was probably around eight or eight-thirty.
My sister and niece would definitely already be up and in the process of going through their normal morning routine. Which meant I had no way of sneaking back in and pretending like I hadn’t just spent the night over at a guy’s house.
The questions would be flying the moment I tiptoed inside, relentless and ruthless until Amelia was satisfied she’d extracted every single minute detail out of me.
Without a love life herself, she liked to live vicariously through me during those seldom times I actually did find my way into a stranger’s bed for the night.
I think it was her way of connecting with me, like a couple of overly gossiping best friends with far too much time on their hands.
Most of the time, I never minded.
What did it matter when I’d never be seeing my one-night stand again?
Back in the city, it was easy to flow between hookups.
The casual scene having been born and bred there made for easy access to whatever flavor I wanted for the night.
Coming home with plenty of stories to tell my sister had been a weekly occurrence for a while during my few months in the academy and how often I’d needed to blow off steam.
Up until we moved here, no hookup would’ve kept me from chattering all morning with her while she attempted to feed me one of her horrible attempts at pancakes while Ainsley kept herself occupied in the living room with morning cartoons rolling in the background.
This time, though—this was different.
I wanted to keep this one private and all to myself. Like some kind of sacred boon.
I sat up slowly, my back giving a small twinge from the pretzel I’d been twisted into all night. It was the good kind of ache, though; the kind after a hard workout that left you feeling drained but completely satisfied.
I caught sight of Silas buried under the covers when I looked to my right.
His head was tucked under two pillows with only his arm visible from the small gap between them.
I lifted a pillow slightly to peek at his relaxed features; he had a hand raised to rest against his mouth, his dark lashes brushing against his cheekbones in a rather angelic way.
Honestly, it wasn’t fair at all for a man this hot to exist outside of the cover of some magazine touched up to the high heavens. People that looked like him weren’t real; they were supposed to be the product of heavy digital editing and carefully staged photographs.
Not curled up under a mound of covers that weighed nearly as much as my five pound weighted blanket, sleeping peacefully like he hadn’t just gotten done wrecking my fucking body like it was his day job hours before.
God, I felt good.
Slowly setting the pillow back over top of his head, I peeled myself out of his bed and stood.
Fucking that intensely had led to us both to completely crashing afterward instead of with an awkward exchange at the door while we waited for a rideshare to come get me and drag me back to the other side of town.
My body was still crusted over with cum, my panties sticking to me like glue.
They tugged uncomfortably while I walked, pinching the hairs of my happy trail.
One of my thigh straps was halfway down to my knee, rolled inside of my stocking.
The other was still around my thigh, the stocking still clipped by my garter, but even without looking, I could tell the crystals had made a permanent impression into my skin from how long I’d been laying on them.
After pulling open two wrong doors in his obnoxiously big room, I was finally walking into the marble floored master bathroom.
Flicking the light on and swinging the door shut behind me, I had to stop and marvel at the opulence. Gold hardware paired with white everything else. The combo was pretty and not at all what I would’ve pictured Silas having. Dark and broody was his style, not whatever this was.
Refined?
Polished?
He was a controlling man but even personalities like his had their own tastes and preferences.
Case in point, my lingerie set he’d picked out.
I headed over to the shower after peeing, the door gliding open soundlessly with a gentle pull. His faucet was confusing as fuck to operate and by the time I got the hot water up and running, I was itching to peel off my set and toss it like it had personally offended me.
Holding back from doing that was a tough effort but one I’d thank myself for in the long run. Especially, considering the stains that looked melted into the fine fabric. Hopefully, whatever local Laundromat was around here had some kind of dry cleaner service in the back.
One that specialized in taking out bodily fluids.
I’d had these particular pieces, aside from the thigh straps, for a long time, and had taken good care of them over the years. It would be a total shame to have to toss them because I was careless and let myself get too wrapped up in Silas to take proper measures to preserve them.
After setting my things on the counter, I hopped into the shower stall and under the spray, my body instantly relaxing the moment the heat began to soak into my skin.
Running a hand down my body, I could already tell by touch alone I had faint bruises that felt suspiciously like a pair of hands.
Right in the exact spots Silas had held me while drilling into me.
He was insane, getting that out of hand.
And I fucking loved it.
My thighs were sore from muscle strain and having been wrapped around a thickly built waist while my body shook from coming. It wouldn’t surprise me if Silas was also left with some lasting impressions on his body—mainly in the form of my teeth marks around his fingers.
Pride bloomed in me at the thought of that.
While I highly doubted we’d have a round two after this, regardless of the fact of wanting it just as badly as I wanted him the first time around, he’d at least have something to remember me by.
For a little while, anyway.
After washing myself down with his expensive products and finally coaxing myself out from under the warm spray, I grabbed one of the towels hanging up near the stall and wrapped myself up in it, taking another hit of his scent when burying my face in the terry cloth.
How suspicious would I be if I took something home with me?
Actually, the real question was how perverted would that make me?
Pilfering something from his house as a little souvenir, namely in the form of some kind of clothing item, just so I could take it back home with me and huff it whenever I felt the need to let my hand wander between my legs.
What I’d gathered from last night was that Silas was also a kinky motherfucker. Maybe even as depraved as me. So perhaps, he wouldn’t mind at all.
He’d seemed all for exercising ownership over my body and pleasure, enough to practically make me sob from how overwhelming it got by the point of my body finally getting to come.
That was the kind of man I’d be willing to sneak off on my lunch breaks to meet up with in the parking lot of the hospital to get another taste of.
Ditching the towel after drying my hair, I tossed it back over the bar and unhooked the robe hanging up near the door, the silk gliding over my skin.
Glancing over at my set again, I grabbed them and plugged the sink up before filling it with tepid water.
This wouldn’t be the perfect solution but it was better than letting it continue to marinate in my and Silas’s fluids.
As soon as I dunked them into the sink, I cut the water and let them soak.
My stomach let out a healthy growl.
“All right, I hear you,” I mumbled, catching a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror.
Well and truly fucked out my mind—that was the look reflecting back at me. Satisfied, well rested, pleased.
I had to hand it to Silas, he knew his way around the male anatomy.
Heading out of the bathroom, I spotted Silas’s sleeping form still tucked under the covers, still in the same position I’d left him. Clearly, if I was tired from last night, he’d been taken out. Doing all the work for the both of us was exhausting, I could respect that.
Would it be weird to make him breakfast?
Not as a thank you but as… some kind of good-will gesture?
A, hey thanks for making me come so hard I saw stars.
Or was that too much?
My stomach gave another annoyed pinch.
Turning on my heel, I headed out of his bedroom and down the hallway.
Having not gotten a great look at this place when I’d been dragged back to his bedroom, I now realized his house was just as ridiculous as his room and bathroom. All tastefully decorated with that refined edge I couldn’t at all picture him living in.
There were hardly any personal touches among the conventional art adorning the walls or the expensively upholstered furniture in his living room and dining room.
Did Silas actually live here or was this some place he simply owned?