Chapter 32
The Flame
I knew it was a mistake placing my lips to his.
As much as I had enjoyed—and regretted—last night, one thing I hadn’t been able to stop focusing on was how I missed the feeling of having someone’s mouth on mine.
All I had been able to think about in the aftermath was what Silas’s lips would feel like. And now that I knew, I couldn’t stop.
I pressed my lips firmer to his, and though he wasn’t kissing me back, he also wasn’t pulling away. That gave me encouragement.
I pulled his lower lip between mine, moaning quietly at how soft it felt between my teeth, and then ran my tongue along his mouth, exploring him, mapping out the shape of him beneath my tongue.
I wanted him to know that I was doing this because I wanted to.
I was taking the lead, pushing past my own fears and embarrassment, because I wanted him to know I wasn’t doing this out of pity.
I wanted him with the mask on, and I wanted him just as much without it.
I didn’t fear him, I wasn’t repulsed by him, and I wanted to share this with him—because of who he was. Not because of what he looked like.
Cupping his face with both hands, I deepened the kiss, tipping his head to the side ever so slightly, my tongue pushing past his lips to stroke along his own.
A thrill shot through me, and that same delicious throbbing I experienced last night came back with renewed intensity.
“Silas,” I whispered against his lips. “Kiss me back.”
He stiffened, his head pulling back so he could look at my face. I stared into his eyes—his stunning, bright, green eyes—and smiled softly.
And with an anguished moan, he snapped.
His mouth was on mine, kissing me with so much force my lips pushed against my teeth. He gripped my jaw with one hand, holding me firmly in place, his tongue exploring my mouth, his teeth nibbling on my lips.
His other hand lowered to grab my ass, squeezing it in his large palm, and then he was walking us backwards, guiding me where he wanted us until the back of my knees hit the mattress.
Still, we didn’t stop. I fell down onto the bed, gripping his shirt to take him with me. He didn’t break the kiss for even a second as he manipulated our bodies until he was on top of me, his weight pressing me down into the mattress.
He supported himself on his elbows, brushing the hair from my forehead and out of my face, and only then did he stop kissing my lips just so he could bury his lips into my neck.
I gasped, feeling him suck on my skin, feeling his tongue glide up and down. My gasps turned into a moan when he took my ear between his teeth, biting down gently before swirling around my lobe.
I ran my hands over his back, exploring the muscles I found there—the way they bunched under my fingertips whenever he moved. The way they flexed and grew whenever a growl left him. Every inch of him was delicious, and he was mine to explore.
At least for the moment.
Silas took his time with me, his lips moving from my neck and over my collarbone. His hands lowered to my stomach, pushing up my top. We broke apart just long enough for me to sit up and for Silas to pull my shirt over my head before we sank back down, his mouth back on my skin.
His lips trailed over the curve of my breasts, nibbling at my ribcage, dragging along my abdomen. My stomach caved in, my skin breaking out into goosebumps wherever his lips went.
This was not the frenzied, out-of-control sex from last night. This was an exploration. This was two people sharing a connection, not simply scratching a primal itch.
He moved lower still, dragging my leggings down as he did so, his lips kissing every inch of my legs that he’d exposed.
He threw my trousers off the bed, and I sucked in a sharp intake of breath as he brought his head between my legs.
I brought myself up to my elbows and watched as he sucked on my pussy through my underwear, his animalistic growl when he realised how wet I was, making my breathing pick up several notches.
And then he was pulling my underwear down, and I lost all thought of watching and fell back to the pillows, my back arching as he brought his mouth to my pussy.
He started with small licks up the length of me. Over and over he repeated this, never pushing past my pussy lips, never giving me that friction. Content to simply taste me.
But then he brought his fingers to me and spread my lips open, and before I could process it, his mouth clamped down on my clit, his lips pursing, sucking my clit between them tightly.
“Fuck!” I almost screamed, clutching at his hair to hold him in place.
He licked, he sucked, he bit—every time I thought he had a rhythm, he changed it up, keeping me on edge, keeping me unaware of his next move.
He pushed a finger inside me, thrusting a few times to cover it in my wetness, and then it was joined by a second. After a few strokes with two fingers, once he was satisfied I had comfortably stretched around them, he added a third and all sense of sanity left me.
I became feral beneath him, caring about nothing other than my own release.
I tightened my grip on his hair, and I thrust my hips into him, grinding against his face, practically riding him in my pursuit to finish.
And he let me. He continued thrusting in and out of me with a speed that felt like punishment, but other than that, he simply flattened his tongue against my pussy and let me take control.
I positioned him where I wanted him, right at the top of my clit, needing that friction there more than anything, and I rode his face with abandon.
“Fuck yes,” I shuddered, my breathing shaking and uneven. “Silas, fuck! More, more, please, more…”
I was so close. My legs were shaking around his head, my thighs tensing.
I knew I was trapping him between my legs.
I knew I was basically holding him hostage.
But he didn’t seem to mind and I certainly fucking didn’t.
All I could think about was reaching that point.
About tumbling over the edge into the abyss.
My vision darkened at the edges, my entire body hanging on the precipice, and all I needed was one more lick, one more thrust, one more—
Silas pulled away from me, and I clawed at him, almost feral in my desperation to put him back where he was, to finish what he had started.
He sat up and chuckled, grinning down at me, his smile stealing my breath for a moment. Until his hands went to his trousers, and that was all I could focus on.
I watched with fascination as he pulled the zip down, freeing his hard cock. With hungry eyes, I scanned every delicious inch of him, remembering what it felt like to have that buried inside me.
He pushed his trousers down his legs and kicked them off, and I grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pushing it up his stomach.
He got the hint, and pulled his clothes off until he was as naked as I was, and then laid his body on top of me, every inch of his skin pressed against mine.
He locked eyes with me, scanning to make sure that I was okay. I pressed a gentle kiss to his lips and nodded, resting my forehead against his before reaching between our bodies until my fingers were wrapped around his cock.
I guided him between my legs, lining him with the entrance of my pussy and then held him in place as I thrust onto him.
I kept my hand fisted at the base, holding him steady as I slid my pussy down on him inch by inch, then pulled back. I rubbed the head of his cock along the length of me, covering it in my wetness, and then lined him up again, sinking further down on him.
I did this a few times, each time getting his cock deeper and deeper inside me until my pussy lips were touching my fist and I could feel us joined together.
I removed my hand and brought it to his ass, pushing him down until the last few inches were inside me.
“Wow,” I breathed, feeling more full than I had ever felt in my life. His cock was stretching me, but the burn was almost pleasurable.
With gentle pushes to his ass, I encouraged him to move, and he obliged, letting me take control.
He moved when instructed, he pulled back when commanded, and I couldn’t help the thrill that ran through me knowing that he was listening to me.
That I was in full control of anything that happened here.
This was taking place because I wanted it. Because I needed him.
“You feel so good, Silas,” I whispered, grinning slightly when his breathing picked up and a small growl rumbled in his chest.
I recognised that growl. It was something I had replayed over and over since last night.
In fact, everything about this seemed familiar. His breathing, the noises he made, the almost pained moans when I teased him.
How could something that happened once already feel so familiar?
I didn’t have time to question it too closely. Because at that moment, Silas was done letting me have my fun.
He brought a hand to my throat, pulled slightly back from me so he could look down at the way my tits bounced with the force of his thrusts, and then he took control.
His cock slammed in and out of me relentlessly, the grip on my throat squeezed tighter and tighter.
And all I could do was laugh. The more he lost control, the more I wanted to laugh.
Not because anything was funny. But it just felt so good.
It felt so right. It felt… it felt like fucking everything.
Without thinking, I brought my hands to my chest, squeezing my tits, and Silas punished me with a hard slap around my cheeks. My eyes flew open, and he shook his head at me.
He wanted to watch.
I let go of my breasts, and he murmured a noise of approval. I lowered one hand between my legs, opening my pussy lips, and then locked eyes with him. He nodded once, giving me permission to play with my clit as he fucked me.
It didn’t feel wrong to need his permission to touch my own body. It felt right. It felt natural.
Everything about this just seemed to fit.
And the thought didn’t even scare me.
He picked up his movements, and I circled my clit faster. His eyes remained on my body the entire time—watching the way my tits bounced, scanning my face to make sure I was still on board.
He grabbed one of my legs and lifted it over his shoulder, holding my ankle to keep me in position, and leaned forward so his thrusts were deeper. Harder.
“Yes!” I gasped, already knowing I wasn’t going to last much longer. Already knowing that as good as this felt, as much as I wanted this to last forever, he was pushing me past the point of no return.
I clawed at his arm, dragging my fingernails down his skin until he was bleeding, and the pain just seemed to spur him on.
His hand on my throat tightened, my vision started creeping into black, choked gargles were leaving my throat, and all the while that pressure built low in my stomach, that tightness coiled around my body.
I was there, so close, so fucking close—I had no idea how I was holding on to the edge for so long.
My body was shaking and tense. My breathing was frantic.
My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst. And then Silas growled, and my orgasm slammed into me, finally throwing me off the cliff.
My mouth fell open in a silent scream, my body flopped and I swear I blacked out for a moment.
In flashes of clarity, I saw Silas thrusting in and out of me. I heard him moaning. I felt my throat being squeezed almost dangerously. And then he was spilling inside me, and I remembered nothing else.