Chapter 50 #2
Silas eyed me intently as he hooked his fingers in the waist of my leggings, and his teeth raked his bottom lip like maybe he needed to prepare himself.
I knew this was different for him, too. That neither of us had ever experienced another this way.
This thing that felt so utterly surreal.
So utterly profound.
Silas started to peel them down, taking my underwear with them. A low groan rolled out of him as he edged back and dragged them all the way down my legs.
Slowly.
Like he was savoring every inch that he exposed.
He tossed those aside, too, and then he was rising up high on his knees, staring at me.
A flashfire erupted across my skin. Flames licking hot over my naked body, those eyes searing me all the way through.
“How’s it I have a goddess in my bed?”
Redness streaked, and I squirmed.
“You have any idea what you do to me?” His words scraped over me like rough, desperate caresses. “Have any idea the way you flipped everything upside down? Crashing into my life like you did?”
“I doubt it’s half of what you did to me.”
“Promise you it’s a whole lot more than that. I may not deserve you, Brinley Webber, but I’m going to spend my whole life trying to.”
Dipping down, his mouth possessed mine, his kiss deep and long and slow. His lips sweeping over mine in fluttery brushes.
His tongue soft and warm and invading.
He wound me into a needy puddle, and the only thing I could do was pant and squirm beneath him.
He picked up a trail going south.
My jaw. My neck. My right breast.
My nipple sucked into his sinful mouth.
My belly.
The tops of my thighs.
His lips adoring every inch as he kissed lower before he scooted all the way off the end of the bed.
He knelt to untie his boots, then he rose high.
Towering over me, his stare unwavering as he popped the button on his jeans and unzipped the fly.
He shoved them down and off his ankles.
And Silas Mercer stood in front of me bare.
Completely naked.
In a way he hadn’t since we first started pleasuring each other.
If I thought he was intimidating before…
I pushed up onto my hands so I could take him in.
His cock jutted for the ceiling, gleaming with the rod that pierced his tip.
His abs trembled and his heart rolled.
Depravity dripped from the demons that crawled across his flesh. A warning of who he really was and what he was capable of.
And I knew what I was asking for. What I was surrendering to. Offering this wickedly dangerous man my body and soul.
“King.”
With the way I breathed it, I knew it said everything.
“Wildfire,” he grunted.
The connection that had drawn us together from the beginning twisted around us as he climbed back onto the bed and wound himself between my thighs.
A storm that formed at the ends of the earth and gathered to consume us.
His skin skimmed mine.
A stoking of the flames.
Magnifying the severity.
Warm, whiskey eyes were pinned on mine.
“Saw your pills on the counter, and I’ve been tested. Want you bare,” he grunted.
Nothing between us.
I arched up, pressing against his hot, hard length.
Begging for it, too.
A guttural sound rolled in his chest, and he rocked up, his forehead pressed to mine as he tried to temper the lust that screamed.
Volatility shocking through his domineering body.
Clearly he was trying to control himself.
Worried that he was pushing me in a direction that I wasn’t ready to go.
My fingers sank into his shoulders, our stares unwavering as I breathed across his lips, “I’m safe with you.”
“I promise that you’re always going to be.” The words came with the force of an earthquake.
Silas reached between us, taking himself in his hand and aligning with my center. The blunt head of him brushed my lips, notching just inside, a pulsing fullness that wasn’t close to being enough.
A shaky sound wheezed out of me as he stared down at me for one moment more.
An oath.
A promise.
Our truth.
Then he growled as he drove himself deep.
Every ounce of oxygen fled my lungs. The man so big he overwhelmed. My body stretched to capacity as he took me whole.
My nails scratched at his back as I struggled to adjust to his size. Or maybe I was just struggling to adjust to the sharp shift in my life.
A whimper of yielding curled out of me.
One that Silas swallowed, his words murmured into my mouth. “Brinley, fuck. So good. So good. Nothing in the world like the feel of you.”
As if he’d been struck the same way.
Changed in a blink.
In the joining of something that shouldn’t be but somehow came into focus in perfect, quick sense.
“Nothing.” I clung to him as I said it. Like my life depended on it.
I guess in some way, it did.
Silas slid an arm around my waist, splaying his palm wide at the small of my back as he dragged me close, this man who’d broken down every wall and every reserve.
The one who’d made himself a place in the hollowness and filled it to overflowing.
“You fit me perfectly, baby. Do you feel it the way I do? Like you were made for me. Like you’ve been embedded in every cell.”
“And I’ll never be the same.”
Silas pulled almost all the way out, and I let go of a whimpered, needy plea, before he surged in as far as he could take me.
“Told you I was going to ruin you,” he grunted through the desire that leapt into the room.
“In every way.” The words left me on a gust.
“Every way,” he rumbled, and he angled down so he could take my mouth.
Kissing me so deeply that he became the air within me as he began to move. Pulling back and thrusting in these slow, rigid, mind-bending strokes that nearly made me pass out with each one.
Pleasure glinted at the edges of my sight. At the edges of my spirit.
Friction and light.
He angled his head back an inch to take me in, his words a coarse scrape. “So tight and perfect. This sweet little cunt. Knew you were going to be perfect. Knew you would do me in.”
He kept kissing me, and I was kissing him back. Letting the frenzy take control as we gave ourselves over.
Silas increased his pace. Rocking and snapping his hips in a quickening that blustered through me so dynamically that it almost felt like grief.
Like loss because I was letting a piece of myself go while finally finding myself completely.
I struggled to touch him everywhere.
His face. His sides. His ridiculously perfect ass.
I met him thrust for thrust. Welcoming the streaks of pleasure that speared through me with each urgent jut.
Our names were moans that tumbled from our tongues. Whispering our belief into the other as we submitted to this dizzying dance.
“Brinley.”
“Silas.”
“Wildfire.”
“King.”
Our bodies rolled.
Boneless.
Liquid.
Creating a new mold.
And it grew and grew. Shaped and formed and swelled and surged.
“Silas,” I panted as he drove me toward the type of bliss I’d never known.
That buzz I’d felt the moment I met him hummed.
Amplifying the connection that strummed between us.
A mystifying song that I didn’t know the words to but fully understood.
Silas worked me over. His body undulating in surging, claiming waves.
Skin stretched taut over his muscles, his breaths short and rasping as he fed them to me.
“Nothing like this. Nothing like being in you. The feel of you wrapped around my cock. Don’t know myself anymore, Brinley. Don’t recognize what it’s like to feel this way.”
It was a tumble of confusion and dominance.
Ecstasy shimmered through my nerves. Ticking and sparking with each drive of his body.
“It’s you. It’s us,” I rasped.
“It’s us,” he murmured, and his rhythm shifted. The frenzy that clung to the outskirts winding its way into the connection.
Silas rocked harder and deeper. One arm slid up to hold me from behind the neck while the other wound between us. He stroked my already swollen clit.
All consuming. Speeding through my senses and igniting in my veins.
This man over me and in me and with me.
I came apart at that.
A rupturing.
A sundering.
Bliss barreled through my body. A bullet train that bashed through the last barrier.
I tried to subdue the shout of his name, but I couldn’t contain the absolute freedom that I found in him. It coursed between us in my own heedless claim.
Tingles of perfection burned through my insides and across my flesh.
Ecstasy.
There was no other way to describe it.
Silas gripped me tighter. Racing to meet with my orgasm that went on and on. His body coiled and tightened as his hips fucked and snapped.
Hard and rushed.
As rushed as the breaths that heaved from his lungs.
And he was right there, coming apart, his hands adamant as he hung on to me as he came.
“Fuck. Brinley. Fuck.”
His mouth dropped open on a silent groan, and his harsh, menacing face contorted in rapture.
And in that moment, he was no longer bound to who he thought he had become.
He was made new by the bonds that we had formed.
In this horrible life that neither of us had asked for, each of us broken in our own way, both willing to hold the other’s pieces.
Without question, I was going to hold all of his.
We stayed that way for the longest time, every synapse alive with pleasure, before he finally slumped down, though he kept himself supported on his elbows so he didn’t smash me with his giant body.
His smile was almost sloppy as he gazed down at me.
Tenderly, he brushed back a lock of hair that had gotten matted to my temple and tucked it behind my ear.
Then his fingertips fluttered up to run along my cheek and down my jaw.
“Nothing in the world, Brinley Webber. Nothing quite like you.”