Chapter 53 #2
She clutched around my fingers, and her hands curled into the tangled sheets. “Silas.”
“You want more, Little Wildfire? You want me to burn you up the way you’ve been burning me?”
“Yes, and I don’t ever want you to stop.”
She whimpered when I pulled my fingers out, then she was moaning a dazed sound when I spread her again and dove in.
Licking a path from her clit to her ass. Lapping and suckling as I went.
Brinley nearly lost it, her body rocking back in a bid for more. “Oh, fuck, Silas…”
“You taste like I already marked you, baby.”
She laughed an incongruent sound, her hair swishing around her, the tips brushing the mattress below. “Why do I get the feeling that marking is going to go a whole lot deeper?”
“Because I’m going to mark you everywhere. I’m going to make sure no one will mistake exactly who you belong to.”
Someplace inside me warned that I was making oaths that were going to turn around and strike me like a viper bite, but I didn’t give a fuck.
Not when it came to her.
I dove back in, spreading her wider so I could drive my tongue into her pussy.
Fucking it in and out before I delved lower so I could get to her throbbing clit that was begging for attention.
I let my fingers wander her cleft as I did.
Roaming along the sensitive flesh, already knowing it was going to send Brinley out of her mind.
She went feral. Clawing and clutching and grinding herself against my face.
“Silas. Please. I need you.”
It was just as I thought.
She liked it hard and everywhere.
“Knew you were my match,” I rumbled.
I grabbed my cock and lined it up with her center. I thrust in so deep that she bowed forward on a muted shout.
But it was Brinley who was impaling me.
A total blackout. No sense or reason but the feel of her.
“So fucking tight and good, aren’t you, baby?” I could barely speak with the way she knocked the oxygen from my lungs, and my hands fucking shook as I gripped onto her hips to keep myself steady.
I was buried to the hilt. Filling her so full neither of us could breathe.
“Silas…you…I can’t…”
She was having trouble speaking, too.
“You like that, Brinley? You like me stuffing you so full that you can’t feel anything else?”
“Yes. I don’t want to feel anything else.”
“It’s a good thing because I plan on having you again and again. This pussy belongs to me.”
She throbbed at the claim, gasps of acquiescence rolling up her throat as she wound her hands tighter in the blankets. “I’m yours…now fuck me.”
Shit.
I couldn’t stop the grin from taking to my mouth.
She really was meant for me.
“As you wish, baby.”
I pulled out nearly to the tip then slammed back home.
So deep both of us were nearly knocked to our knees.
Brinley swayed forward with a desperate heave.
A grunt left me as I hung on to her hips.
The sight of me buried in her had to be the best thing I’d ever seen.
Tucked so tight in this woman.
My chest stretched to the point of blowing.
Ruined.
I was so fucking ruined.
Brinley bucked back. “Please.”
“My eager girl.”
“I need you.”
She had no shame in admitting it.
“You have me, Wildfire, you have me.”
I started to move, driving in and out of her perfect cunt in hard, punishing strokes.
“The way you feel. Nothing in the world. Nothing could compare to this,” I grunted as I took her deep and long.
Her ass smacked against me with each thrust.
Gusts of air shot from her with each one, and they quickly turned to the chant of my name as I drove her toward a height that I had only ever reached with her.
Brinley Webber my pinnacle.
She moaned and begged as I fucked her, quickening the rhythm with each demanding stroke.
My balls tightened and pleasure prowled up and down my spine.
A buzz that rushed across my flesh.
“The sight of you like this. Taking my cock the way you were meant to do. So perfect. Way you fit me. The way you take me. You are everything. Everything, baby.”
The praises toppled from my mouth as I gave her my sheer and utter truth.
This woman who’d crashed into my world and grabbed my heart with a glance.
And I knew there wasn’t a single thing that I wouldn’t do for her.
I’d give it all.
Give her my life because she’d given mine back to me.
My spirit alive and screaming out for hers.
That energy twisted around us and wrapped us in chains that I didn’t want to be free of.
I leaned over her, taking a fistful of her hair and angling her head around so I could get to that hot mouth.
We clashed in a reckless kiss that equaled the mayhem of my thrusts.
Both of us devolving into an erratic urgency that promised we were never going to get enough.
“So good. Such a good girl. My perfect girl. My match. Wildfire.”
I could feel her getting close.
The way she tightened and a shimmery sheen of ecstasy glimmered from her skin.
“Give it to me, Brinley. Give it to me.”
She split with a guttural moan, and an earthquake rocked through her body.
“King.” That nickname serrated from her tongue.
She might have called me king, but I was the one who was kneeling at her feet.
She throbbed and spasmed around me as an orgasm tore through her body, her arousal slick and hot and dragging me right toward ecstasy.
Pleasure blinding as I stroked twice more before I exploded.
Our tongues tangled as I poured into her.
The bliss that she ignited in my veins and streaked out to touch every place that once was vacant.
Warming all the hollow places.
I kept kissing her mad, needing her close. For her to understand what she’d done to me. That she’d changed me. Opened my eyes. Filled the holes that only she could fit.
“Made for me,” I mumbled into the kiss. A kiss that slowed as the aftershocks twitching between us faded.
“Made for me,” she whispered back, and I was gathering her up in my arms and carrying her to my shower. Flipping it on and letting it warm before I stepped inside.
Intent on taking care of my girl. Adore her like I promised.
I stepped into the heated spray.
Water pelted and steam surrounded.
I kept Brinley locked in my arms. Refusing to let her go as I washed her hair and body.
She grinned a sloppy grin.
Loved up and dopey.
Cutest fucking thing I’d ever seen.
“Are you resolved on washing your scent off me, Silas Mercer?”
I grinned back. “Don’t worry, baby. Give me a minute, and I’ll dirty you right back up.”
I just prayed I didn’t taint her with the blood that stained my hands.