Chapter 31 #2
My throat tightened. Without thinking, I leaned in and pressed my lips to the mark.
Softly at first, reverent. Then I opened my mouth and let my tongue trace the rough, raised edge of it—slow, deliberate strokes that followed every twist and ridge of the scar tissue.
Silas sucked in a sharp breath, his hand fisting in my hair.
"Anthea…" His voice was gravel.
I kissed the center of the scar again, right above where his heart beat strong and steady beneath my lips, then dragged my tongue in a long, wet line up to his collarbone before looking up at him. "You're still here," I whispered. "You're still mine."
His eyes flared. "Always."
I sank to my knees.
My hands went to his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease.
The zipper came next, and I tugged his trousers and black briefs down just far enough to free him.
His cock sprang up, thick and heavy, already flushed dark at the head and glistening.
I wrapped my fingers around the base and gave one slow, firm stroke. Silas groaned, hips jerking forward.
I leaned in and licked a broad stripe from root to tip, tasting salt and heat. Then I took him into my mouth.
The first slide was slow—lips stretched wide, tongue curling underneath the shaft as I sank down.
He filled my mouth completely, velvet over steel.
I hollowed my cheeks and sucked, bobbing shallowly while my free hand slipped lower.
My fingers found the heavy, drawn-up weight of his balls and cupped them, rolling gently, tugging just enough to make his thighs tense.
Silas's hand settled on the back of my head—not pushing, but guiding. "Fuck… just like that."
I hummed around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath.
Lifting my gaze, I watched his face: head tipped back slightly, jaw clenched, the strong column of his throat working as he swallowed hard.
His eyes were half-lidded, dark with lust, lips parted on ragged breaths. So beautiful. So mine.
I took him deeper.
My throat relaxed as I pushed forward until my nose brushed the coarse hair at his groin. He hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed around him, rippling muscles milking the head. Silas's fingers tightened in my hair.
"Deeper, baby—fuck, yes—"
I obeyed. I worked him in long, wet pulls—deep throating him until tears pricked my eyes, then dragging back to swirl my tongue around the sensitive ridge before plunging down again.
I alternated rhythm: fast, sloppy sucks followed by slow, deliberate swallows that took him to the root.
My hand never stopped playing with his balls, rolling them, tugging lightly, feeling them tighten further.
His breathing turned ragged. "Anthea—I'm close—"
I didn't pull off. I sucked harder, cheeks hollowed, tongue flicking relentlessly against the underside until his hips snapped forward and he came with a guttural groan. Hot pulses flooded my mouth; I swallowed every drop, milking him through it until he shuddered and his hand gentled in my hair.
When he finally eased me off, his cock slipped free with a wet sound. He hauled me up instantly and crushed his mouth to mine. The kiss was filthy—his tongue chasing the taste of himself on mine, biting at my lower lip, devouring me like he was starving.
He broke away only long enough to yank my gown over my head and toss it aside. My bra followed, then my panties. Cool air hit my skin, but Silas's hands were everywhere—palming my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they ached, then sliding down to grip my hips.
He lifted me like I weighed nothing and laid me on the petal-strewn bed.
The scent of roses rose around us. Silas knelt between my thighs, spreading them wide.
He hooked my legs over his broad shoulders, turning his head to press slow, open-mouthed kisses along my right calf, then my ankle, then the arch of my foot.
His teeth grazed the delicate skin there; I shivered.
Then he lowered his head.
His mouth settled over me—hot, wet, deliberate.
He licked a slow stripe up my slit, tongue flat and broad, gathering my wetness.
I moaned, hips lifting. He did it again, slower this time, savoring.
But every time I arched toward him, seeking more, he pulled back just enough to circle my entrance with the tip of his tongue—teasing, never breaching.
"Silas—please—"
He chuckled against me, the vibration making me clench. "Patience, wife."
I whimpered. My hands fisted the sheets. He kept up the maddening circles, dipping just inside only to retreat again, until I was writhing, hips bucking shamelessly.
Then he sucked my clit into his mouth—hard.
I cried out, back bowing off the bed. At the same moment, he pushed two fingers inside me—long, thick, curling perfectly.
But it was the third—the one wearing his wedding band—that made me see stars.
The cool metal of the ring dragged along my front wall, rubbing that swollen, sensitive spot over and over while his tongue lashed my clit in merciless circles.
Pleasure coiled tight and fast. My thighs shook around his head. "Silas—oh god—"
He growled against me, sucking harder, fingers pumping deep, the ring catching just right on every stroke. I shattered—clenching around his fingers, thighs clamping his ears, a broken moan tearing from my throat as wave after wave crashed through me.
He didn't stop until I was trembling, oversensitive and gasping.
Only then did he rise up over me, licking his lips like a man who'd just feasted. His cock was hard again, leaking against my thigh. He kissed me deeply—letting me taste myself on his tongue—while he notched himself at my entrance.
"Look at me," he murmured.
Our eyes locked.
"Mrs. Thorne," he said, voice rough with reverence and hunger, "you're mine."
Then he thrust in—slow, deep, stretching me open inch by burning inch until he was seated to the hilt.
We both groaned.
He stayed still for a heartbeat, letting me adjust, then began to move—long, rolling strokes that dragged every ridge along my walls. His mouth found my breast; he sucked one nipple deep, teeth grazing, tongue flicking, while his hips snapped forward harder, faster. The bed creaked beneath us.
"Silas—" I wrapped my legs around his waist, nails raking down his back. "Harder."
He obliged.
He fucked me, deep and relentless—each thrust punching the air from my lungs, his pelvis grinding against my clit on every downstroke. His mouth moved to my other breast, biting lightly, soothing with his tongue, then back to my mouth in a messy, desperate kiss.
"Say it," he growled against my lips. "Say you're mine."
"I'm yours—Silas—yours—"
He changed the angle, hitting that spot inside me over and over. My body tightened again, pleasure winding impossibly higher. His rhythm faltered—hips stuttering, breath harsh against my throat.
"Come with me," he rasped. "Let me feel you—"
One more grinding thrust and I broke—clenching hard around him, pulsing, crying out his name as my orgasm ripped through me.
Silas followed a heartbeat later—burying himself deep, cock jerking as he spilled inside me with a low, broken moan.
His arms shook as he held himself over me, forehead pressed to mine, both of us panting.
For long minutes we stayed like that—sweaty, tangled, hearts hammering against each other.
Finally, he kissed me—slow, tender this time.
"Mrs. Thorne," he murmured, smiling against my mouth.
I smiled back, boneless and sated. "Mr. Thorne."
He rolled us so I lay draped across his chest, his heartbeat steady under my ear. Rose petals clung to our damp skin.
Neither of us moved to brush them away.
Afterward, we lay tangled together. Silas's arm circled my waist, chin resting on top of my head.
Moonlight poured through the window, bathing everything in silver.
I listened to his heartbeat—steady, strong.
"Anthea." His voice was soft. "I used to think I'd never have a moment like this."
I lifted my head to look at him.
"Never thought I'd have a wife who truly loved me. A beautiful kid. A warm home." He continued, gray eyes full of tenderness. "Growing up, my father only taught me how to kill. How to control through power. How to make people fear me. I thought I'd be cold, ruthless, and alone until I died."
I reached up and touched his cheek gently.
"Now we're here with you," I said, heart aching. "Our family will always be together."
"Thank you for appearing in my life. You and Olei." He caught my hand, kissed it. "Maybe I'm still not a great husband or father. But I'm trying."
"You already are." I looked into his eyes. "You heard what Olei said today. He said you keep learning. He said you're doing well."
"I'm afraid I'll mess up again. Afraid I'll hurt you both."
"You won't." I moved closer, forehead against his. "Because now you know what love is."
His eyes grew damp.
"You taught me," he said, then lowered his head to kiss me softly.
"No. You learned it yourself. I just gave you the chance." I shook my head. "Loving you is the craziest and most right decision I've ever made."
Silas held me tighter. In that moment, all the pain, misunderstanding, and struggle became the past. We would have a happy future.
THE END