Chapter Eleven
Serenity
Three months later…
I’m tired of being constantly watched.
The only place I can be alone is when I’m in the washroom. Sure, I get to go out sometimes and see Hell and what everyone does, but sometimes it feels like its just “Bring Lust’s Bride to work day” when I do.
Maybe I sound ungrateful because I have a family now and people that care about me, but I want to go topside and do something.
There are more and more demons escaping hell, and they are trying to figure out who is letting them out.
The freaky part is that some of them go into hiding, and they can’t seem to find them. Lucifer usually knows where all his demons are, but something is blocking him from being able to find them.
I had made a special supper for Silas. I wanted it to be just us tonight. Thankfully, Lucifer told me to let him or the staff know of anything I needed.
I wanted to try my hand at cooking and, since I knew Silas wasn’t picky and pretty much ate anything, I picked something that looked good to me.
One thing I learned is that cooking is a lot harder than I thought it was going to be.
I have music blasted and the recipe is on the counter.
I spend hours in the kitchen making pasta from scratch; it seems I can’t do anything simple.
I decided it didn’t look hard to make some spinach and cheese ravioli.
To top that, I am making a creamy, sauce with sundried tomatoes.
Everything I had made was from scratch; I had a lot of time on my hands.
I tasted as I went along and it tasted good to me. We will see what Silas thinks of it.
I grabbed a bunch of wine from Lucifer’s wine cellar. He had helped me pick some that would go well with my meal. I’m not big on wine, but I wanted to try new things today.
I’m plating up the food when the music stops. I turn around to see Silas with a massive smile on his face.
“This is a beautiful sight to come home to,” Silas tells me as he walks closer and pulls me into his arms.
“Perfect timing. I was just plating everything up,” I tell him.
“What made you do all of this for me?” he asks as he grabs the plates and brings them to the table. I grab the glasses and wine.
“I just wanted to try cooking, and I felt like cooking for my man. I’ve never really cooked much; mostly foods that came in a package and you could heat in the microwave, so I can’t promise that any of this will be any good,” I tell him nervously.
“I hear your warning. I’m sure it will be fine. My father tells me you have been in here all day, and it smells wonderful,” he tells me.
“I taste tested along the way, so I have hopes that it will be good,” I say.
We take our seats and I watch as Silas takes a bite, watching for any kind of reaction.
He’s silent for a moment, but then he looks at me with a small smile and says, “It’s amazing, babe.”
I’m immediately filled with pride. I worked so hard on dinner today.
There is something satisfying about watching someone enjoy something you have made.
Throughout dinner, Silas tells me about his day. At some point, we end up on the couch with me on his lap as he tells me stories about his family.
The pride he has when he talks about them is amazing.
I could tell he would do anything for them.
The conversation stops, but he seems content and happy just to be with me right there in that moment. It makes the decision to kiss him easy.
I kiss him soft and slowly, taking my time.
I move so I can straddle his lap as we continue kissing, and he moves his hands all over my body; it makes me ache and want more.
Things get heated up, but he doesn’t pressure me for more.
“Please,” I whisper.
“What do you want, baby?” he rasps in my ear.
“More,” I whisper. I don’t know what I want; I just know I’m burning up for him.
He stands up while I’m still straddling him, and I’m instantly amazed at his strength. I wrap my legs around him as he walks us to the bedroom.
He lays me down on the bed and moves on top of me. He kisses down my neck and shoulder. It sends a shiver through my body.
I tug at his shirt. I want to feel his skin.
He kneels above me and takes his shirt off. I bite my lip just looking at him. Fuck, my sin is so sexy.
He moves his hands to my dress, and I nod my head.
He removes my dress and sucks in a breath at the red lacy underwear I am wearing.
“Fuck,” he whispers.
“You need to tell me when you want me to stop. You look fucking good enough to eat,” he rasps.
I nod my head, trusting that he would stop if I told him to.
He moves back down and starts kissing and licking me while moving closer to my breasts.
He moves one out of my bra so he can suck my nipple into his mouth. I can’t help but gasp at the sensation.
I never thought that would feel so good. My legs clench onto his sides as he devours my breasts.
Before I know what’s happening, an orgasm washes over me. I let out a moan, and it takes a couple minutes to register what just happened.
“Shit,” I whisper in horror.
“Baby,” he says softly.
“I didn’t know that could happen,” I plead with him.
“That was hot at fuck that you got off on my playing with your breasts. I can’t wait to hear those noises from you again.
There is no need to be embarrassed about what just happened.
I found it fucking sexy,” he says before pushing his hips down so that I feel exactly how he felt about what just happened.
It’s hard not to feel embarrassed. The way he’s looking at me is helping though.
Can you love the way someone looks at you? How can someone look at me as if they can’t believe they have me and that I’m the best thing that has happened to them?
I don’t know how I look at him, but he is sinking himself into every piece of me. All my cracks and breaks are mending through his loving touch.
This feeling can be consuming and also scary at the same time.
“Do you want me to help you with that?” I ask in a whisper.
“Baby, you don’t need to help me. This was about you. We have forever to try everything together. We don’t need to push you farther then you are ready for,” he tells me.
“I know. I’m not pushing myself. I kind of want to touch it. See how it feels,” I tell him.
He smiles at me. “Okay baby, touch me all you want. My body is yours,” he says and lays back.
He lays on his back, and I kneel next to him. I grab the zipper of his pants and begin to remove his clothes. Once he’s laying before me in all his naked glory, I swear my eyes pop out of my head.
I never really thought much about what they look like or their size. It seems to be above average, but not so big where I’m scared I’ll be unable to walk ever again.
My hands shake a little bit as I reach for him, but it’s more about the unknown than anything else. I’ve never touched a man in a sexual way, so this is all new for me.
I look at his face for a second, and he is looking at me with desire in his eyes while still being patient. I can tell he’s not going to rush me.
I wrap my hand around his cock, and it feels hard and soft at the same time. I don’t know how else to describe it.
“Can you guide me a bit on how you like it? I’ve have never given a man a hand job before,” I tell him.
“Okay, baby,” he says, his voice sounding rough.
“We need to get something to make it easier for your hand to stroke me, and that will make it so you won’t hurt me,” he says.
Of course, why didn’t I think of that? His touch got better the more wet I got, so why wouldn’t it be the same for him?
I think for a second before putting my hand between my legs to grab some of the juices that I had, and then put my hand back on his cock. I look at him to see if he was weirded or grossed out by that action, but he seems more turned on than ever with his mouth slightly hanging open.
“Baby, that was fucking hot,” he rasps.
I feel a sliver of pride run through me that he likes what I did.
I start to stroke him, feeling him get harder underneath my hand.
“Tighter, baby,” he says.
I tighten my hold and stoke him a bit faster than I was before. I start to see juices come from the tip of his cock. I get fascinated by it and try to get more to come out. I kind of block out Silas to focus on what I’m doing.
I don’t know how long I was stroking him but, the next thing I know, cum starts to shoot out while he is saying my name and softly squeezing my shoulder.
I wait until he finishes coming before I stop, slowing down my strokes as he falls into the bed.
“Sorry, I got into the zone,” I tell him with a sheepish smile.
He pulls me down onto his chest as he tries to slow down his breathing. “It’s okay, baby. I don’t think anyone has concentrated on my cock so hard before,” he says with a shaky laugh.
“Is that good?” I ask him.
“Yes, baby, it was very good.”
I smile to myself. I did something intimate with my man today. It may not be a lot for some people but, for me, it was a big step. I can’t help but feel proud of myself right now.
Silas
My woman has come a long way from where she was months ago when I had first met her.
Back then, she didn’t trust anyone. She was a lone survivor just trying to get through life.
Now, I can see this woman pretty much blossom before me.
It’s not just about the fact that she touched my cock or let me play with her breasts.
I know what a huge step that is for her.
She also lets me hold her hand, put my arm around her, cuddle her and, when I walk into the room, she automatically opens her arms for me.
She spends time with my family and is getting pretty close to all of my brothers. I also notice how close she is with my dad. She spends more time with him than any of my brothers.
She’s glowing and happy now. She no longer seems to be the haunted shell of a person I had once met.
She’s now always laughing and joking around. It’s amazing to see what she’s like when she feels safe.
Well, as safe as she can feel considering her attacker is still out there.
It kills me that we don’t know who is after the throne. It means they are after each bride; how did they know who Serenity was?