TWENTY-NINE #3
Silas made her feel like she was everything. More than worthy of basic empathy and kindness. But worthy of acceptance, of…love.
She swallowed, staring at him, wondering if that’s what this was. Some kind of loving feeling, even if she didn’t have a definition of exactly what that was yet.
“Winslow…”
Her thumb swept out brushing against the hollow of his throat. He swallowed.
“Finley…”
He shifted his head, like a shake or a tilt, but it told her he was searching for words, for a reason to pull away. She didn’t want that. At all.
“Amelia,” he gritted out between his teeth.
She pushed up onto her toes, bringing their faces closer together.
“Silas,” she breathed.
His breath hitched at the sound of his name, eyes changing rapidly. They sharpened, intensified. His lips parted, focus dropping to her mouth, and she knew what would happen next, that she had fractured through that control he’d been trying to wield like a weapon. Amelia needed it, needed him.
“ Fuck it ,” he uttered, before moving at a speed that stunned her, pulling her hand away from his neck as he took her shoulder and shifted her until she was against the wooden wall of the cottage.
The hand he had removed from him was pinned against the wall next to her head, his fingers closing around her wrist resolutely.
She pulled in a startled breath, his free hand circling beneath her jaw with a light pressure, forcing her head to tilt upwards as he pressed himself into her.
His mouth was close to hers, their heavy breaths mingling.
His eyes stared into hers intently, like he peered into her soul.
“You wanted to know, didn’t you, Amelia?” he said roughly, fingers gripping under her jawline just a little tighter, her lungs stuttering and bottom lip falling open. “You wanted to know all of the things I’ve ever wanted to do to you?”
Her chest rose, eyes falling shut at the sensation of her hard nipples against the fabric of her bra. She felt like her skin vibrated, wanting, and needy.
“Yes,” she breathed, and she could hear it plainly in her voice, the utter desire and desperation. The need to feel and control and have something that the magic could not take from them.
His exhale ghosted across her lips, his hand leaving the underside of her jaw. Before she knew what was happening, Silas had taken the edge of the blanket wrapped around her body and tugged it firmly away until it pooled at the floor by her feet.
She gasped slightly, not having realised that somewhere along the way, his own blanket had been discarded, leaving him in only his briefs. His bare skin pressed against hers, the hard muscles of his abdomen hot against the flesh of her stomach.
His hand landed at the dip of her waist, letting out his own small sound before he quietly murmured her name, the sound of it reverential.
And she knew, without doubt or reservation, that he could have her, every part of her, if that’s what he wanted.
Silas pressed her firmly against the wall, a desperate ache in his chest, body demanding he kiss her, touch her harder, get closer than he was even now.
He gripped at the heat of her waist, and he heard her startled breath, her chest rising with it as she blinked up at him.
The rosy colour in her cheeks deepened beautifully.
He braced himself against the wall next to her head, still holding one of her hands captive as he lowered his mouth down to her ear.
“Be careful what you ask for,” he murmured softly into her ear, and he felt her body shiver against him.
The fingers of his free hand moved up the curve of her waist, rising over the side of her breast until he coasted across her clavicle. “Because I’ll do it all, and more .”
He straightened again, his eyes feeling dark and possessive as he stared down at her.
Amelia’s chest was already pulsing with fast, shallow breaths, and he was not such a decent man that he couldn’t admit how he loved to see her unravelling for him. It sent him spiralling, his own desperation rising with a startling speed.
His hand moved, slowly but surely, down her body, brushing over her breast that was covered by a fabric thin enough that he felt the hard, raised nipple beneath.
His fingers only just caressed over it, but it was enough for her to pull in a hasty breath, her chest to push forwards into his hand firmer, her pelvis shifting against his own.
He swore roughly at the feeling of it, his hand taking the invitation to explore the softness, to memorise every rise and fall of her flesh.
Her free hand landed on his chest, her eyes shut while he peered down at the redness of her cheeks, the parting of her lips.
Silas let his fingers fall away from her breast and took that hand, pulling it away from him and raising it until he had both of her hands trapped against the wall above the crown of her head.
Amelia’s eyes opened as she panted and shook beneath him.
He had barely even touched her.
He fucking loved it.
Silas leaned forwards, nose brushing against hers. “Don’t forget…you asked for this.”
He moved for her then, mouth crashing onto hers, a hard press against soft lips.
There was no hesitation from her, responding back with a pressure that was punishing and brutal in the most delicious way.
Her mouth opened to him with a ragged inhale, and Silas’ tongue moved along hers, a rough drag.
A moan pushed up her throat, her wrists writhing beneath the hold he had against her.
His hand found her breast again, shoving the fabric aside to palm the hot flesh while he explored every inch of her mouth.
Silas pulled his head back from hers, his lips hot and tingling, but he had to watch her as she took in a shuddering breath, responding to his attentions.
His eyes dropped, snagging on the peaked, rosy nipple as her chest rose and fell. Ruined. He was ruined by this moment.
His hand found her backside, encouraging her movements, relishing in the way she rolled herself against him.
With a gasp, Amelia surged upwards to eagerly press her mouth against his again. He soaked in every soft moan against his lips.
He pulled away, her glazed eyes fluttering open.
Shifting his hand, he brushed against the edge of her underwear by her hip and slowly moved to her centre. Silas’ next breath felt like it was stuck in his throat, feeling how wet the fabric was beneath his touch.
He dragged his fingers against the damp underwear, watching with unfettered delight how her jaw dropped open with a silent, shuddering inhale. Amelia’s eyes shuttered, but she didn’t drop her gaze from his, her lids low, pupils blown wide.
“Is this what you want?” Silas asked, voice low and guttural, fingers dragging over her again.
The softest whimper escaped her throat, before she nodded up at him with a keenness that had his teeth clenching, heart thundering mercilessly.
Silas dipped his hand into her underwear, fingers finding the heat between her legs.
Her hands shifted again beneath his grip above her head, body writhing against him as her brows furrowed, lips falling open with a silent gasp.
He knew he would have a feral look on his face as he watched her, his fingers moving against her, but he couldn’t help it.
This was what she did to him. He pushed one finger inside of her, letting out his own muffled groan at the feel, her heat unfathomable.
Amelia pulled in a quick, audible breath through her nose, head falling back into the wall, eyes shutting again.
But he needed to see her, to soak in every reaction.
If this was all he got, he wanted to memorise every second of it.
Silas released her hands from the wall above her head to take her under the jaw, forcing her gaze back to him. Her hands sagged to rest atop her head, her eyes opening to meet his heated gaze again.
“Look at me,” Silas said, eyes flashing, his finger thrusting deeper into her.
He felt her clench around him at the command, and he almost lost it. Groaning, he pulled his finger out, coming back in with a second, filling her more completely to the delightful sound of her hitched breath.
Her hands moved to hold onto him, pressing into the back of his neck with a biting pressure that he revelled in.
His fingers keeping a steady rhythm, Silas leaned his head closer to hers so that her tiny, violent breaths would ghost across his lips.
He hadn’t realized that he was biting down onto his bottom lip as he watched, until the pain registered somewhere in his brain.
He tried to ease off, but it was a hard thing when Amelia was losing it before him, her hips shifting in time with his hand.
He increased his pace, his free hand dropping to roughly grasp her thigh and pull her leg up to sit around his hip, allowing him to push his fingers deeper.
She let out a strangled noise that washed over him.
He watched, spellbound by every tiny pant and flutter of her eyelids, before he adjusted the angle of his fingers, finding a different spot to drag against. Amelia gasped loudly, and he fervently pressed his mouth against hers, drowning the sound with his own lips, almost tasting her desperate pleasure in the kiss.
It was intoxicating. She was intoxicating.
Silas pulled back, his own chest heaving.
Amelia’s brows were drawn furiously together, mouth open as she sucked in tiny, shuddering breaths. He could feel it, how her hips jerked just a little more frantically, how she was starting to contract around his fingers.
Her eyes were hazy but locked on his as he watched her hungrily.
“I want to hear it, Amelia,” he ground out. “Don’t hold back, do you hear me? I want to hear every fucking second of it.”
She shattered before him, mouth opening on an erratic moan, eyes falling shut, his fingers constricted as she clamped around him with the force of her climax.
She breathed roughly, and he soaked in each lingering noise, each tremble that rocked through her body, each pulse of the orgasm he could still feel.
When her eyes finally opened, looking up at him with a distinct blissful haziness, Silas slowly removed himself from her before gripping at her waist, keeping her gaze intently.
“So beautiful,” Silas murmured to her, his heart hammering against his ribcage.
“Oh,” she panted, hands fluttering to rest on his chest. “I’ve never…it’s never been like that before.”
He raised a brow, unable to hold back his small smirk. “No?”
She shook her head, whispering, “no.”
“Mm,” Silas hummed, leaning forwards to press his lips softly against hers again. “Well.” Another kiss. “Did you know.” A soft press of his mouth against the curve of her cheek. “That was only the beginning?”
“Oh?” she breathed, and then yelped softly when he took her on either side of her waist and lifted her against him until both of her legs wrapped around his hips. Her arms came around his neck as Silas carried her back to the couch before the fire.
He set her down on the rickety thing before kneeling in front of her. Amelia watched him, the firelight glowing against her skin while something else seemed to glow from within her. He ran his hands up the soft skin of her thighs, gazing into her dark eyes.
“But,” he said, taking a hand from her leg to reach for a blanket draped across the arm of the couch and pulling it to cover her legs, “we won’t be doing that tonight.”
Her brows pulled together with confusion. “What do you mean?”
Silas stood and walked over to where he had dropped his blanket and took it, draping it back around his shoulders before turning around. Amelia was watching him over the back of the couch, an openness on her face that he knew was difficult for her.
He walked quietly back to her, the cushion sinking beneath his weight.
Silas turned his head, holding her gaze.
He patted his lap. Amelia blinked at him for a long moment, before she gently lay down, resting her head across his blanket-covered legs.
Silas lifted her blanket, so it covered her, keeping her warm.
He sifted his fingers through the soft tendrils of her hair, feeling a contentedness that he didn’t think he had been capable of before her. He sighed softly.
“I want to be with you, in all the ways that matter,” Silas said quietly, moving his fingers against the hair at her temple. “But it would hold a weight to it, in light of what’s coming, that I don’t want it to hold.”
She turned her head, looking up to him. Her eyes seemed shadowed, a depth of sadness creeping into them.
He cleared his throat. “When… if we figure this out, and we get out of it...” Silas blew out a long breath before he smirked down to her. “You would be hard pressed to keep my hands off of you, believe me.”
She sighed through her nose. “We will figure this out.”
He nodded his head slightly, though the feeling seeping into his gut didn’t agree.
Amelia was clearly exhausted. After a few more strokes across her hair, her eyes fluttered closed. A few more minutes passed, her breaths evening out, and she was asleep.
Silas watched her, so peaceful in slumber, until he felt his own eyes grow heavy. He wanted to believe her, to believe there was a way out for him, that he might have this, her, with him every night for a long time to come.
He just didn’t how that would be possible.
Hope and will didn’t change fate.
As far as he knew, nothing did.